King—Take us to Lieut. Mason at once.
Officer—Well, come along, and none of your funny tricks, or I'll wing you.
(Takes out revolver.) You too, Miss Brown, the chief'll want your testimony.
Miss Brown—(To Boy.) Watch the Café, while I'm gone, and don't you give nobody nothin'.
(Exeunt Bart, King, Miss Brown, Officer and Policeman. Boy puts record on machine, and before starting it, says, "Gee, life's great!" then dances to the music, stopping when Selina and Gentleman, in evening attire, appear at the door.)
Gentleman—It's too bad the tire's punctured.
Selina—(Graciously.) I really don't mind it in the least.
Gentleman—Really?
Selina—Really.
Gentleman—A car's such a rotten nuisance. Always something wrong with it; much rather ride in a hack.