THE BARBER. Am I, sir? ( He strolls to the clock; looks at it; returns. ) Fine weather we're having.
THE CUSTOMER. ( Impatiently ) Yes.
THE BARBER. Though a little more rain would be good for the crops.
THE CUSTOMER. Um.
THE BARBER. ( Very leisurely ) You know, sir, the young man who keeps the shoe store at the corner was saying as I trimmed his hair this morning—
THE CUSTOMER. ( Interrupting ) I don't care what he said! I want to get shaved!
THE BARBER. Yes, sir! Yes, sir! And—and the young lady who runs the news stand up-stairs—right next to the elevator, sir—she was saying that she had never—
THE CUSTOMER. ( Interrupting more violently ) I told you once I don't care what your friends were saying! I've got to be at that meeting at three-ten.
THE BARBER. Yes, sir.
THE CUSTOMER. My time is almost up. You'll have to hurry.