JOHN (rises and crosses slowly R.). Yes, of course, especially after you’ve seen your solicitor.
TULLY. Er—I——
JOHN. Don’t talk to me—my brain’s working.
TULLY. You know, John, in all cases of ’bus accidents the ’Bus Companies have to pay out according to what the doctors think.
JOHN. The question is to make the doctors think. Why should Dick Turner get five hundred, and I get nothing?
TULLY. I suppose he was really injured.
JOHN. Don’t talk, don’t talk! I’ve got the most wonderful brain. (Hand to forehead.)
TULLY. Have you?
JOHN. Yes. Feel that bump!
TULLY (obeys). Oh!—did you get that under the table?