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.
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.