Dollie. Teetotaler! I forgot; well take a cigar.
Rosa. (Coughs significantly.) Don’t care if I do.
Dollie. Lightfoot, you have a bad cough. (Exeunt L.)
Blake. (Comes out.) Now’s my chance to skip. (Runs against Bertie Entering R., disguised as plumber.)
Bertie. I saiey there, now! (Tools fall with racket.)
Blake. Where are you going, you lubber?
Bertie. Confwound you, it’s your fault.
Blake. No lip, young fellow. You’re too fresh!
Bertie. Lip! Fellah! You aw vewy fwesh! You aw insulting, don’t you know.
Blake. Hello! Who are you, anyway? Lookin’ for a scrap are you? You look like a plumber and talk like an avenue dude.