At Hotel On-de-Blink

by George P. Seiler

Tony. No, no boots, no boots. (Pause.) Shoes.

Case. Oh, I see; all little. All living?

Tony. No, buried one alive.

Case. Buried one alive? Lord, that’s terrible.

Hans. Vell, id iss no joke to be buried dead either.

(Song—Tony.)

Enter Weber Fields, followed by Ruff.

Weber. Right dis-a-way, Count, right dis-a-way. (Hans makes a dash to get behind counter as Ruff. enters pompously.) I reckon dis is de place. (Turns to Hans.) Is diss de Hotel “On-de-Blink”?

Hans. Yah, you iss id correct.

Weber (aside). Dat’s what hit looks like. (To Hans.) Well, dis yer is de Count de Slob. (Aside.) As no ’count as dey come.