"Thanks," said Don.
"Do you think the judge'll forgive us?" asked Farrell.
"Don't say it," said Walt bursting with laughter.
"I don't have to," chortled Don.
"They're both hysterical," explained Arden.
"Carbogen and Turkish bath," roared Don. "And quick! Arden, call us a taxi."
"You're a taxi," giggled Arden. "O.K., fellows. Can do." She went to the phone and started to call.
Farrell looked uncomprehendingly at Walt and then at Don, and shook his head. "Mind telling me?" he pleaded.
"Wes, you're a million!" roared Channing, rolling on the floor.
Farrell turned to Arden.