Belle. Has he got a job yet?
Bill. Nothin' yet. Gee, that was tough—how he lost his week's wages! Do youse think that old Dutchie set the fire?
Belle. I don't know.
Bill. I seen there was a fur-shop over that there joint, and they say that fur-shops burn up in February—when they've sold out their stock!
Belle. You're a knowing kid!
Bill. Youse got to be knowin' at my job!
Belle (noticing that he has a black eye). You've got a black eye!
Bill. Sure! A shiner!
Belle. How did you get it?
Bill. Me step-father.