The Mother. Some people are perlite, I must say. Parties might beyave as ladies when they come in the Pit! It's a pity her 'usband can't teach her better manners!
The Father. 'Im teach her! 'E knows better. 'E's got a Tartar there, 'e 'as!
The Owner of the Hat. SAM, are you going to set by and hear me insulted like this?
Her Husband (turning round tremulously). I—I'll trouble you to drop making these personal allusions to my wife's 'at, Sir. It's puffickly impossible to listen to what's going on on the stage, with all these remarks be'ind!
The Father. Not more nor it is to see what's going on on the stage with that 'at in front! I paid 'arf-a-crown to see the Pantermime, I did; not to 'ave a view of your wife's 'at!... 'Ere, MARIA, blowed if I can stand this 'ere game any longer. JIMMY must change places again, and if he can't see, he must stand up on the seat, that's all!
[JIMMY is transferred to his original place, and mounts upon the seat.
A Pittite behind Jimmy (touching up JIMMY's Father with an umbrella). Will you tell your little boy to set down, please, and not block the view like this?
Jimmy's Father. If you can indooce that lady in front to take off her 'at, I will—but not before. Stay where you are, JIMMY, my boy.
The Pittite behind. Well, I must stand myself then, that's all. I mean to see, somehow! [He rises.
People behind him (sternly). Set down there, will yer?