[Assisting Columbus to climb into the chair that Babs draws up.] Somehow
I always think of you as middle-aged!
Columbus.
[Bursting into laughter.] Me middle-aged! Me on a monument! [Then becoming suddenly grave.]
But keep your eye on me! I’ll get there yet!
Dick.
Why don’t you speak Italian?
Columbus.
[Staring with surprise.] So I do!
First Lob.