Dick. All the more reason she should think we can. I don’t know what the public see in her. Miss Blake’s always Miss Blake.
Alma. That’s what they like, my dear.
Dick. I don’t care what the part is!
Alma. Nor do they.
Dick. Well, if they want you they shall have you. Now, look here. (to Ned) I’ll make you a proposition. If you’ll let Sparkle look over your comedy, write up Blake’s part, re-cast the plot, and smarten up the dialogue, I’ll bring the piece out under Sparkle’s name, pay him the fees, and—and your fortune’s made. (Alma comes down, C.)
Ned. Let Sparkle hack about my piece? Sparkle, who’s just made this fiasco?
Dick. Sparkle has such a name.
Alma. Yes—for fiascos.
Dick. Never mind what it’s for—he has a name.
Ned. No, Mr. Dick, no!