Jawbones. Glad to ’ear it. Take my tip: you’ll use ’em. Meanwhile I’ll ’ave another cup o’ tea.
Ginger. (She takes the cup—is making for the window.)
Jawbones. (Fierce again.) I said tea.
Ginger. All right, I was only going to throw the slops out of window. There ain’t no basin.
Jawbones. I’ll tell yer when I want yer to open the window and call for the p’lice. You can throw them into the waste-paper basket.
Ginger. (She obeys.)
Jawbones. Thank you. Very much obliged. One of these d’ys, maybe, you’ll marry.
Ginger. When I do, it will be a man, not a monkey.
Jawbones. I’m not proposing. I’m talking to you for your good.
Ginger. (Snorts.)