Schmidt. Hey?
Jack. Can I get something to eat?
Schmidt. Vy not?
Jack. It's late.
Schmidt. Ve close by midnight.
Jack. (hesitates again, looks at clock, then goes to table. Belle brings napkin, etc., mechanically. He looks at card). I'll have a beef-stew. (Hesitates.) I think I'll have a double order.
Belle. Yes, sir.
Jack. And a cup of coffee.
Belle. Yes, sir. (Goes Left feebly. Customer rises, pays check and exit. Belle brings order, and Jack begins to eat voraciously. Suddenly Belle staggers and catches at a chair. He starts.)
Jack. Why, you're ill!