The Gr. C. Ha, poor beggar! Wash doing it any good?
The Loq. Ass. (demurely). That I can't tell you, Sir; but it 'as a very agreeable perfùme.
The S.A. I think I've taken off about as much as you can spare, Sir!
The Gr. C. (with a note of triumph). Look here, you know, there's a lot more to come off here—won't be missed, eh?
The Loq. Ass. No, Sir, you've an uncommon thick 'ed—of 'air, I mean, of course!
The S.A. If you'll take my advice, you'll 'ave yours singed, Sir.
The B.C. (dejectedly). Why, think it's any use?
The S.A. No doubt of that, Sir. Look at the way they singe a 'orse's legs. [The Bald Customer yields, convinced by this argument.
The Gr. C. No singeing or any nonsense of that sort for me, mind!
[They are shampooed simultaneously.