“Beg pardon, have you got a match?”
“Hey? What's that?”
“Have you got a match?”
“A match? Why, sure.”
“Much obliged. I've got the cigars. Better make a fair trade. You 'll find 'em a good smoke.”
“Well, don't care 'f I do. Here, you can't light in this wind.”
“Oh, yes, I'm Irish. Say, haven't I seen you somewhere?”
“Couldn't say.”
“Why, sure I have. Isn't your name Roche?”
“That's what it is.”