MRS. COTTER
I don't know the taste of it.
HEAD (as he finishes contents of glass) May ye be always so, though there's nothin' like it all the same. (Handing coin) I think I'll have a little drop from meself this time.
MRS. COTTER (as she takes the money)
Will I bring it up-stairs?
HEAD
Erra, don't bother! I'm beginnin' to feel meself again.
[Fills his pipe until she returns.
MRS. COTTER (entering and handing drink)
Did you bring your overcoat with you, Head?
HEAD
Why so, ma'am?
MRS. COTTER Because the cold o' the rain is there. I wouldn't make any delay but go home immediately. You might get a wettin'.
HEAD (feeling his tunic) This wouldn't leave in a drop o' rain in a hundred years, ma'am.
[Knock at door.