Bolling. I am ninety-two. That's nothing to be glad about.
[All except Bolling raise their glasses. They utter cheery exclamations and drink.]
Helms. Thanks; thank you!
Bolling [raising his glass]. Congratulations, Helms. I hope you never get as old as me.
Hammer [angrily]. That's no way to talk, Bolling.
Hansen. He's spoiling the whole party.
Buffe [apologetically]. Bolling's tired of living.
Johnston. You're joking.
Buffe. No; really he is. He wants to die.
Johnston. Nonsense! How can any one want to die? It's against human nature.