Jim, Jim. You'll see Jane there.
JIM
You'll never get through those gates, Bill. You'll never do it.
BILL
They're only gold, Jim. Gold's soft like lead. Old Nut-cracker would do it if they were steel.
JIM
You'll never do it, Bill.
[Bill puts a rock against the gates, stands on it to reach the lock and gets to work on the lock. A good instrument to use is an egg-whipper. Jim goes on wearily with his work. As Bill works away, fragments and golden screws begin to fall on the floor.
BILL
Jim! Old Nut-cracker thinks nothing of it. It's just like cheese to old Nut-cracker.