THE BARBER. ( Slapping on more lather ) Don't worry, sir. I always keep my promises. Why, I remember, sir, back in Savannah, when my poor daughter was alive, I promised—
THE CUSTOMER. ( Interrupting angrily ) I don't give a damn for your daughter!
THE BARBER. ( Mildly ) No, sir. I didn't think you did.
THE CUSTOMER. And your time is up.
THE BARBER. ( Beginning to shave ) Oh, no, sir! It hasn't begun.
THE CUSTOMER. ( Starting ) What do you mean?
THE BARBER. Don't do that again, sir! You don't know how near you came to cutting yourself!
THE CUSTOMER. You promised to finish with me in five minutes!
THE BARBER. No, sir, if you will allow me to contradict you, I did not.
THE CUSTOMER. You said you would shave me in five minutes.