Peale. (Genially) Sure it is. Why, you had me winging for a minute, but when you pulled that wheeze about “I’ve done it,” three times in succession, I knew it was phoney.
Countess. But, honest, I was on the level about old Martin.
Peale. Nix, nix, you came here to trim him for the $15,000 on the French rights.
Countess. Gosh, have you seen him?
Peale. Yes, he left me here to settle it. Where’s the contract? Come on—gimme—gimme——
Countess. You mean you’ve been on all the time?
Peale. Sure.
Countess. And you let me sit there and emote all over the place.
Peale. Gimme—gimme——