PAUL. I gave you chance on chance. You're more trouble than you're worth.
ZACK. I'm not worth anything, and nobody knows it more than me. But couldn't I go this once, just to fill up? I'll be so careful, Paul.
MRS. MUNNING. It's saving a man's wages for the day.
PAUL. It's not a saving if he makes a mess of things. Our catering's got bad name enough without our making bad to worse. He's got no proper clothes.
ZACK. I'll wear Joe Wrigley's willing. (He goes to them.)
PAUL. Joe Wrigley's a big man.
ZACK. Can I try them, Paul? Do let me try them on.
PAUL. Well, you can try, and show us what sort of a lout you look.
ZACK. Oh, hurrah! (He jerks his coat off and fastens on the clothes.)
MRS. MUNNING. It's the best road out, Paul.