Eddie. De lady in Apartment B done give her husband a pearl La Valliere for Christmas.
Warren (takes cigar from mouth, looks at it a moment, replaces it and smokes furiously). You like a good cigar, don't you, Eddie?
Eddie (removes his cigar, looks at it, replaces it). Yas, sah. I likes a good cigar.
Warren. I tell you these are something like cigars, aren't they?
Eddie. Yas, sah. Dey's sumpin like 'em, boss, but not quite.
Warren (chokes and then throws cigar in cuspidor). I don't believe I care to smoke just now.
Eddie (does the same). Neither does I, boss; neither does I.
Warren. You wouldn't like a nice box of cigars for a Christmas present, would you, Eddie?
Eddie (slowly). No, sah, I don' 'spects I would. Ma lady-love don't like to hab me smoke no cigars, kase she says it contaminates ma presence. Well, I's got to go and deliber de res' ob my Christmas packages. Merry Christmas, boss. (Exit R., carrying the hat in the box.)
Enter Kitty from L.