SLATS—Well what do you think she is, a mind reader or something?
FAT—No, probably he thinks if he waits long enough, somebody will ask her for him.
BUD—Don't judge everybody by yourself. Rob always does everything for himself and a lot of things for other people, and you know it, unless your head's too fat.
SLATS—Well, aren't you going to ask her Rob?
ROBERT—No, I told you before, I couldn't go fishing.
FAT—Well, how do you know you can't if you haven't even asked? Talk about my head being fat!
BUD—You better be careful what you say to Rob. He could trim the life out of you, and you know it.
ROBERT—I don't see what you boys are making all this fuss about. I just can't go fishing, that's all. You fellows go ahead and have a good time and tomorrow tell me all about that biggest fish that got away.
BUD—Don't you want to go, Rob?
ROBERT—Of course I want to go, but I simply can't this afternoon, that's all.