Madden. Ed—I do want to ask you somethin'.
Mix [indifferently]. Shoot.
Madden. I want you to tell the truth about this, Ed. Even if you think it will hurt my feelings. It won't.
Mix. Spit it out.
Madden. Just what sort of a chap do you think I am?
Mix [considering]. Huh! That's easy. D' y' really wanta know w'at I think?
Madden [gravely]. I cert'nly do.
Mix. Well—if you really wanta know, I think yer a damn good kid [Madden looks suddenly grateful] ... but a bit weak on th' pep.
Madden [a trifle dubiously]. Thanks. [Thoughtfully.] You don't think I'm unfair?
Mix. Unfair? Why, no. How d' y' mean?