Belle. What's the matter?
Bill. A woman ought t'unnerstan'—when a man's been out hustlin' all day, he wants good, warm, nourishin' food, an' he wants it quick.
Belle. Well, sir, you see, sir, if I'd known exactly what hour you'd be in, sir! How would a slice of bread strike you?
Bill. Hand it out!
Belle (gives him bread and he stuffs it. She sits on table.) Come here, Bill. You know, it looks nice, having you here. I had a little brother once.
Bill. Youse did?
Belle. I used to take care of him. If you're going to be a member of this family, I'll have to take care of you.
Bill. Watcher mean?
Belle. I used to wash the smut off his face before each meal.
Bill (disconcerted). Gee! Three times a day? Gawd a'mighty!