SATINE [sitting up in his bunk] Who beat me up yesterday?
BUBNOFF. Does it make any difference who?
SATINE. Suppose they did—but why did they?
BUBNOFF. Were you playing cards?
SATINE. Yes!
BUBNOFF. That’s why they beat you.
SATINE. Scoundrels!
THE ACTOR [raising his head from the top of the stove] One of these days they’ll beat you to death!
SATINE. You’re a jackass!
THE ACTOR. Why?