Smith. If it was a new club or some tomfoolery, in a minute—but to put money into your business—it’d be just throwing it away. Why don’t you get your father to back you?
Rodney. Father and I don’t agree on the value of advertising.
Smith. Oh, that’s it, and you expect me to do what your father won’t?
Rodney. Well, I thought as a friend of the family——
Smith. You were wrong. Where is your father?
Rodney. In there, I guess. (Indicating door lower L.)
Smith. I’ll bet he’ll think this as funny as I do. (He exits L. Rodney sinks down dejectedly into a chair. Peale enters with contracts)
Peale. Well?
Rodney. (Rises) He wouldn’t give me a cent.
Peale. He wouldn’t? Well, he sounds like your father’s oldest friend.