with a guy with no hard feelin's. But what was yuh so scared
about--that I'd kick up a row? That ain't Marthy's way.
[Scornfully.] Think I'd break my heart to lose yuh? Commit
suicide, huh? Ho-ho! Gawd! The world's full o' men if that's all
I'd worry about! [Then with a grin, after emptying her glass.]
Blow me to another scoop, huh? I'll drink your kid's health for
yuh.

CHRIS--[Eagerly.] Sure tang. Ay go gat him. [He takes the two
glasses into the bar.] Oder drink. Same for both.

LARRY--[Getting the drinks and putting them on the bar.] She's not
such a bad lot, that one.

CHRIS--[Jovially.] She's good gel, Ay tal you! Py golly, Ay
calabrate now! Give me vhiskey here at bar, too. [He puts down
money. LARRY serves him.] You have drink, Larry.

LARRY--[Virtuously.] You know I never touch it.

CHRIS--You don't know what you miss. Skoal! [He drinks--then
begins to sing loudly.]

"My Yosephine, come board de ship--"

[He picks up the drinks for MARTHY and himself and walks
unsteadily into the back room, singing.]

"De moon, she shi-i-i-ine. She looks yust like you.
Tche-tchee, tchee-tchee, tchee-tchee, tchee-tchee."