HATCH:
Don't you touch that, Reddy.
(Returns to chair at left of table.)

REDDY:
Why not?

ALICE:
(pours whiskey into a glass)
Yes; why not? It's not poison. There's nothing wrong with this
bottle. If you're afraid, I'll prove it to you. Just to show you
there's not a trace of hard feelings.
(Drinks and coughs violently.)

REDDY:
(sympathetically)
SHE'S got the benzine bottle, too.

ALICE:
No. I'm not quite used to that.
(To HARRY)
Excuse me, but aren't you getting tired holding that big pistol?
Don't you think you might put it down now, and help me serve this
supper?
(HARRY does not move.)
No? Well, then, let the colored gentleman help me.
(HARRY and REDDY wheel sharply, each pointing his revolver.)

REDDY: