Rodney. Could we—?
Peale. What?
Rodney. No. (They pause)
Peale. Suppose we—?
Rodney. What?
Peale. No—(Pause)
Rodney. Wait! Wait—listen! The Thirteen Soap—Unlucky for Dirt.
Peale. (Coming over and kissing Rodney on the brow) Son, it’s all over: the old man’ll be on his knees in a month.
Rodney. We open the office Monday.
Peale. Where’s the office?