JUDGE CRITTY
Nonsense, down with it! I need you today, and when you’re dead sober, you’ve got a conscience. (Drinking with him) Have a cigar! Take it! (Lights cigars for Vanillity and himself)
[Vanillity’s face brightens as drink and cigar affect him.
JUDGE CRITTY
Yes, sir! The only dangerous kind! That’s why I’m sorry for that poor fellow! (Nods toward laboratory)
VANILLITY
Ssh! Ssh!
JUDGE CRITTY
Pooh! He doesn’t know anybody’s on earth when he’s working—poor devil!
VANILLITY