Jackson
[Coming forward]: The rulers of the world? You don't like them? I don't either. Shake.
Briquet
[Introducing]: Our chief clown, the famous Jackson.
Gentleman
[Enthusiastically]: Great heavens—you! Allow me to shake hands with you heartily! You, with your genius, you have given me so much joy!
Jackson
I'm glad indeed!
Briquet
[Shrugs his shoulders; to Jackson]: He wants to be a clown! Look him over, Jim.