McChesney. No, I won’t wait. You’re two swindlers. I’ve just come from the bank. Your check’s no good.
Rodney. No good! That’s impossible.
Peale. Absolutely.
McChesney. You haven’t any money in the bank.
Rodney. It must be some mistake on the part of our cashier.
McChesney. Yes it is—ask him.
Rodney. He’s at lunch.
McChesney. I’m going to the sheriff now, and unless you make the check good at my office in an hour, I’m going to cancel your advertising, cover up your billboards and send you both to jail, and that goes. (He exits)
Mary. Can’t you pay him?
Rodney. With what?