JOHN (laughing). Good! Good! If you only keep it up like that you’ll be splendid.
AUNT HANNAH. I tell you, sir, I had three of my ribs broken.
JOHN (laughing). Ribs! You don’t look as if you had any ribs. You are all, cushions! (Digging AUNT HANNAH in the ribs.) Ha! Ha! Ha!
AUNT HANNAH (screams). Oh! Oh! (Up to table.) Oh, my poor side—oh, my poor heart.
JOHN (imitating). Oh, my poor side, oh, my poor heart! Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh, don’t make me laugh! You’ve got the funniest mug I’ve ever seen. And you do “go out” and “come in” a lot, more “come in” than “go out.” (Rocks with laughter.)
AUNT HANNAH. I’m going to leave this house, sir, and if you attempt to stop me, I’ll call for the police. (Tries to pass JOHN, he stops her.)
JOHN. If you jump about like that, your clothes will fall off.
AUNT HANNAH. Ouch! Ouch! (Turns up stage.)
JOHN. Oh! You ought to see your back view! Ha! Ha!