That’s the one, sir.
St. Herbert. Why is the working man, for pictorial purposes, always a carpenter?
Ginger. It’s the skirt we object to.
Geoffrey. The skirt! What’s wrong with the skirt?
Ginger. Well, it’s only been out of fashion for the last three years, that’s all.
Geoffrey. Oh! I see. (To St. Herbert.) We’ve been hitting them below the belt. What do you think I ought to do about it?
St. Herbert. What would you have thought yourself, three weeks ago?
Geoffrey. You and I have been friends ever since we were boys. You rather like me, don’t you?
St. Herbert. (Puzzled.) Yes.
Geoffrey. If I were to suddenly hit you on the nose, what would happen?