TULLY (rises and comes down C.). John! What are you going to do?
JOHN. I think you will acknowledge this is an inspiration. These ’bus people think they are going to corner us, I can see their move. But you and I are far too smart for them.
TULLY (in doubt). Are we?
JOHN. It has only just struck me, but you are the living image of the fat old lady in the ’bus!
TULLY (offended). Oh! John!
JOHN. Without the fat, of course. If you get into these clothes and pad yourself all round, no one will know the difference.
TULLY. No, I couldn’t do that. It’s illegal!
JOHN. I’m doing this to get you out of the pickle. I’m not doing it for my own sake, please bear that in mind.
TULLY. But what good will it do?