Weber. Nothing; she thinks for him.
Nutt. Why, I’ve got the sweetest, dearest, prettiest girl in the world.
Case. What does she look like?
Nutt. Look like? She’s a perfect creation. (With sentiment.) The Great Creator formed all other women first so that He’d have the thing down to perfection when He came to her. From the dark stillness of the forest He took her eyes, hiding in each the twinkle of a star. From the gloomy wings of the raven He took her hair, and the beautiful tint of her cheek He took from the wild-flowers. Her teeth He took from the white snows of winter, and her lips are like the roses of the east that the west never saw. Her swiftness and grace He took from the antelope. Nobility from the eagle, and gentleness He took from the dove. Her smile He took from the sunrise. That is why her smile brings light and joy into my gloomy heart.
Weber. Dat’s jes’ de way He made my gal, but jes’ as He war finishin’ de job He drap her into de ink pot.
Nutt (screaming). Oh, how ridiculous. I’ll not stay another minute in your company.
[Exit, D. C., haughtily.
Case. He sure is smart all right.
Ruff. Smart? Why, dat’s hisn interleck. He’s more interleck den brains, en if he keeps on he’s goin’ ter be all interleck.
Weber. Say, I’se been tryin’ ter learn de alphabet. What comes after “G”?