JOHN. Oh yes. I’ll get you to go back and say I withdraw my claim.
TULLY. Yes. I’d love to do that. (Picking up letter from table L.C.)
JOHN. I’ll buy Mamie a new necklace, and tell Pam the whole truth—that Mamie is not your wife, but your little bit of fluff named Agnes.
TULLY. No, I draw the line there, Mamie’s your fluff. You must shoulder that responsibility.
JOHN. But you’re a single man. It doesn’t matter about you.
TULLY. Oh yes it does. I’ve got to think of my reputation down at the Mission.
JOHN. Oh, hang your mission!
TULLY. Oh, dear! (Becomes very serious as he reads letter.)
JOHN. What’s up?
TULLY. It’s a letter from the Motor ’Bus Company.