THE FAT MAN—Well, not exactly, but he lives in one of the most accessible parts of the suburb, and we have him up quite often. He's popular on account of his after-dinner stories. What I might call his physical humor is delightfully reminiscent and archaic.
THE SICK MAN—There won't be any bodies, then?
THE FAT MAN—Oh, yes, brand new ones. No tonsils or appendixes, of course. That is, not as a rule. We have to bring in a few tonsils every year to amuse our doctors.
THE SICK MAN—Any shows?
THE FAT MAN—I should say so. Lots of 'em, and all hits. In fact, we've never had a failure (provocatively). Now, what do you think is the best show you ever saw?
THE SICK MAN (reminiscently)—Well, just about the best show I ever saw was a piece called "Fair and Warmer," but, of course, you wouldn't have that.
THE FAT MAN—Of course, we have. The fellow before last wanted that.
THE SICK MAN (truculently)—I'll bet you haven't got the original company.
THE FAT MAN (apologetically)—No, but we expect to get most of them by and by. Nell Gwyn does pretty well in the lead just now.
THE SICK MAN (shocked)—Did she get in?