Susan. And your mother?
Rubber. In Boston.
Susan. Well, that accounts for it.
Rubber. For what?
Susan. Your Chicago accent.
Rubber. Now, don’t go springing jokes like that on me.
Miss C. Oh, you’ll hear jokes a good deal worse than that when you get on the stage. So you both want to act, do you?
Susan. I’m crazy about it.
Rubber (strutting around). Just try me, dat’s all. I’m willin’ to play anythin’ from Hamlet to pinochle.
Miss C. (thoughtfully). Well, I have been thinking lately of forming a little vaudeville company.