Steve (offering tobacco-box). Have a chew, captain?
Capt. (falls into Sam’s arms.) Oh, Sam, Sam, take me home!
Hanscomb. Ladies and Gentlemen, “The Fatted Calf” has been opened under rather unfavorable circumstances, but if you will give us another call, you shall find a hospitable landlord—
Steve. Accommodating waiters—
Pete. Who—who—who will gib you ebery detention, wid—wid—
Bobby. De Union polish.
Sam. And if a word from me would not be out of place, I would recommend this house, as I expect to stop here with my Annastasia on our bridal tour, on which occasion we expect to be accompanied by that extraordinary seaman—
Capt. Oh, Sammy, don’t.
Sam. My uncle, the captain.