Gin. An ’bout ’leven hundred times never to speak while other folks was talked to.
Topp. Silence! Who is this person? (Spratt steps in.)
Gin. Dat’s de man wot fotched de kids.
Topp. (To Spratt, with temper.) Did you leave any kids on my lawn! sir? That is actionable. I’ll prosecute you. I’ll see if there’s any law for making bedlam out of a quiet neighborhood, and turning objectionable animals loose on one’s lawn. Potts, take away those kids.
Spratt. (Angrily.) Kids? How dare you allude to Grover Cleveland Spratt and Benjamin Harrison Spratt in that way?
Topp. Your nomenclature is ridiculous.
Spratt. I beg to differ. Not knowing your politics, I thought I’d please you one way or the other. You can change whichever name you don’t like.
Topp. I don’t like either. I am a Prohibitionist!
Spratt. Then change both!
Topp. Change both! I’ll have them drowned, Potts, do you hear that? Drown them!