"'Sh-h-h-h! Ain't that them coming? Ain't it, Jimmie? I ain't equal to gettin' up, Jimmie. Bring 'em in here and tell—"
"Like fun it's them! Whatta you bet right now they're holding down a table for two at the Palais du Danse? Swell joint!"
"Oh, Gawd, Jimmie!"
"I was kiddin', ma—only kiddin'. Open your eyes, ma. Gwan! Be a sport and open up! Remember, ma, when I was a kid, how I used to make you laff and laff, makin' a noise like a banjo—plunka-plunk-plunk-plunk-plunka-plunk?"
"Yes, Jimmie."
"I knew I'd get a laff out of you—plunka-plunk-plunka-plunk!"
"Yes, Jimmie, my boy! Go on! I like to lay here and remember back. Essie was always grabbin' your spoon—I used to slap her little hands and—"
"Ma, open your eyes! Don't go off in one of 'em again."
"See, they're open, Jimmie! I can see your gold buttons shinin' and shinin'—I ain't sleepin'; I'm only waitin'."
"She ain't had time to get home yet, ma. They gotta pick up programs and turn in lost articles and all."