Peale. Talk French to her.
Rodney. Pourquoi tear it up—pourquoi—pourquoi?
Countess. Gee, but you’re funny!
Rodney. She spoke English! She’s a fake. (Rodney and Peale stare at her speechless, Peale pointing toward the draft)
Peale. The draft was phoney, too.
Countess. (Smiling) Sure it was.
Peale. But what’s the idea, kid?
Countess. (Sits on desk) You see, I was going to trim you out of your $5,000 check, but as long as you haven’t any money, your check’s no good, so you’ve busted up my whole scheme.
Peale. But why pick on us?