Belle. I don't mind that. I can see when a man is straight—when I can trust him.
Jack (looks about). Well, I suppose I've got to go (hesitates). Gee! (looks outside). Brr-r! It's cold out there!
Belle. Have you no place to go?
Jack. I have not (starts, then hesitates). Gee! I wish I had a job here. Somehow it seems kind of homelike in this place! (pantomime showing Jack's reluctance). Well—I suppose I've got to go on. Say—do you suppose they need another waiter here.
Belle. I don't know. You might ask.
Jack (goes to Schimidt). I say, Mr. Schmidt, you couldn't use another waiter here, could you?
Schmidt. I could not. Move along now, or I call anodder police!
Jack (returns to Belle). Gee, it must be tough for a girl like you to be ordered about by a great hulking brute of a Dutchman who has no thought in the world but his cash-drawer! Well, I've got to go. May I come here to eat some time—if I can get the money?
Belle. Yes, surely.
Jack. Well, good-bye!