Dun Oh! I thought he meant the gas fixins.

Asa Say, you, you Mr. Puffy, you run out and get me a bunch of mint
and a bundle of straws; hurry up, old hoss. [Exit Binny, L. 3 E.,
indignantly.] Say, Mr. Sailor man, just help me down with this table.
Oh! don't you get riley, you and I ran against each other when I came in,
but we'll be friends yet. [Vernon helps him with table to C.]


Enter Florence, followed by servants in livery; they carry a
case of decanters and water, on which are seven or eight glasses,
two or three tin mixers and a bowl of sugar. Binny enters with a
bunch of mint and a few straws.


Flo Here, cousin, are the fixins.

Asa That's yer sort. Now then, I'll give you all a drink that'll
make you squeal. [To Binny] Here, Puffy, just shake that up, faster.
I'll give that sick gal a drink that'll make her squirm like an
eel on a mud bank.

Dun [Screams.] What a horrible idea. [Runs about stage.]

Flo Oh, don't mind him! That's only an American joke.

Dun A joke! Do you call that a joke? To make a sick girl squirm like a
mud bank on an eel's skin?

Asa Yes, I'll give you a drink that'll make your whiskers return under