EUC. (Shaking stick at him.) You first-class jailbird, do you dare ask me again? You're not a thief, but three thieves rolled into one!
STR. (Whining and nursing bruises) What did I steal from you?
EUC. (Still threatening.) Give it back here, I say?
STR. (Trembling and edging off.) What is it you want me to give back?
EUC. (Watching him narrowly.) You ask?
STR. I tell you, I didn't take a thing from you.
EUC. (Impatiently.) All right, but hand over what you did take! (Pause.) Well, well!
STR. Well, what?
EUC. You can't get away with it.
STR. (Bolder.) Look here, what do you want?...