TULLY (twirling chair round on one leg). Yes, that is awkward.
JOHN. Oh, do put that chair down! (Advancing to TULLY.)
TULLY (sits C.). Couldn’t you borrow the money?
JOHN (crossing, sits down L.). Don’t be a fool.
TULLY. It’s easy enough. I had a letter from someone only this morning, offering to lend me any sum from £10 to £10,000, without any security. He enclosed his photograph. Such a nice, kind, honest open face.
JOHN. You innocent lamb! Well, I suppose if I can’t give it back I shall have to find the money.
TULLY. You will? Oh, it is a fix! (Biting his nails.)
JOHN (rises, goes up to TULLY). I say, Tully, I suppose you don’t happen to have five hundred that you don’t want.
TULLY. Not that I don’t want.