(Boy enters with an armful of newspapers. King is close behind him. Bart rushes to King, knocking against the Boy as he does so, and sending the papers flying.)
Boy—Ye big stiff, what ye doin'?
Bart—King, I thought you'd never come!
Boy—Look at me papers, will ye?
Bart—(Impatiently.) Oh, shut up!
(Boy, grumbling and muttering to himself, helps Miss Brown pick up the peanuts and papers.)
King—(With great displeasure.) This is a nice out of the way place to bring a man to. What's wrong with you anyway? Drunk?
Bart—(Grimly.) I haven't been sober for three days.
King—Don't boast about it.
Bart—Boast, good heavens!