Hoover. I picked it up.
Clayton. What was it?
Hoover. A libretto.
Clayton. What libretto?
Hoover. Don’t know—but grand opera—I remember that and libretto—
Clayton. You threw it away?
Hoover. No—kept it.
Clayton. Where is it?
Hoover. Overcoat pocket.
Clayton. (Pause.) I’d like to see it. Think I could have some fun with De Lota.