Charles.
Well, sir, if you ask me outright—things is pretty bad.
Freddie.
I say, don’t play the ass any more. What the deuce does it all mean?
Gerald.
I’m sorry the manner in which I’m imparting to you an interesting piece of information, doesn’t meet with your approval. Would you like me to tear my hair in handfuls?
Blenkinsop.
It would be picturesque, but painful.
Freddie.
Are you really broke?