ZACK. Let me go with him, Jenny.
VIRGINIA. But, Zack, you were going to tell me——
ZACK. I know. But he'll only argue, and I do hate argument. It wouldn't be any good, Virginia. My luck's dead out.
WRIGLEY (by door). Come on.
ZACK. Yes, Joe. Oh, what a birthday!
(Wrigley and Zack go out.)