Thornton. Well, rouse him up, and get him out: that don't look respectable. (Goes behind bar, and looks about.)
Daley (goes to Tom, and shakes him). Come, friend, rouse up. (Another shake.) Do you hear? rouse up!
Tom (slowly rises and looks at him). Rouse up? wha's that (hic)? No, le's fill up; that's besser (hic).
Daley (shaking him). Well, get up; you're in the way.
Tom (sitting up, and looking at him). Say, wha's (hic) yer name?
Daley. My name's Daley.
Tom. Daily (hic) what? Times? Oh, I know: you're a (hic) newsboy (hic), you are. Don't want no papers. (Attempts to lie down again.)
Daley. Come, come, this won't do. Get up, I say!
Tom. I always take (hic) my breakfast in bed.