MRS. MUNNING. Virginia's five hundred a year's worth it.
PAUL. It's not. Selling flowers at that price is robbery, and I'll be robbed by no one. Look at Joe Wrigley.
MRS. MUNNING. That won't last long.
PAUL. You're right. It won't. Zack will be married on Wednesday and off to Canada on Saturday. Just let Joe Wrigley come here after that. I'll teach him something.
MRS. MUNNING. You've got their tickets?
PAUL (showing them). I told you I had.
MRS. MUNNING. Steerage, I see.
PAUL. Of course they're steerage. Why, do you know we've to give them a matter of ten pounds before they'll let them load?
MRS. MUNNING. Well, we have to start them off with something, Paul.
PAUL. Ten pounds isn't something. It's a thundering lot.