Ghost [triumphantly]. And you believe in me, eh? Well, that's good, too.
Lon [stubbornly]. Believe? Well! I knowed I'd be seein' things soon, what with the booze. I knowed it'd be the snakes or you. Padie told me I'd be seein' things.
Ghost [maliciously]. So you believe in her, anyway. Well, how's Padie—and the children?
Lon. You know damn well we ain't had none.
Ghost. What, no children! How unfortunate! The house of love not to be graced with fruit ... sterile, sterile.
Lon [belligerently]. Er you referrin' to me?
Ghost. To your spiritual union only, my friend. Physically, I know, nothing was wanting for a perfect match,—female form divine to mate with big blond beast. A race of superpeople!
Lon. What the hell 'r' you gabbin'? You allus had a lot of talky-talk. That's what made a hit with Padie, before, before—
Ghost. Before the Other Man came along and cut us both out. [Sings.]
And many a girl that stays at home alone
And rocks the cradle and spins.