This has a walnut.
David
Santa Claus makes good candy, doesn’t he? Some day, when I’m older, he’ll make some that I can eat. I’d like that!
Vicky
Another, Mr. Halligan?
Halligan
I don’t mind if I do.
[He pauses, and looks toward the door.]
Now, it isn’t up to me to say what I’m thinkin’, and nobody knows that better than myself, but it’s cruel not to let him have a taste.
Vicky