Jack
[He is finishing blacking up]. I guess you’ve got the right idea, Mary. You’re O. K. [There is a knock on the door.] Come in.
Gene
[Enters]. Time you’re ready for your first number, Mr. Robin.
Jack
I’m almost ready now, Gene.
Gene
All right, Mr. Robin. [He goes.]
Jack
Hear that music? That’s that new fox-trot. [Hums, crosses stage and washes hands.] It’s a steal from something.... Mary, you know, if people only knew what it was to black up like this, I bet everybody would do it. What’s the name of that bird that puts his head in the ground and thinks he’s all covered up?