just talkin' about you.

LARRY--[Coming to the end of the bar.] Hello, Chris. Put it there.
[They shake hands.]

CHRIS--[Beaming.] Give us drink.

JOHNNY--[With a grin.] You got a half-snootful now. Where'd you
get it?

CHRIS--[Grinning.] Oder fallar on oder barge--Irish fallar--he
gat bottle vhiskey and we drank it, yust us two. Dot vhiskey gat
kick, by yingo! Ay yust come ashore. Give us drink, Larry. Ay vas
little drunk, not much. Yust feel good. [He laughs and commences
to sing in a nasal, high-pitched quaver.]

"My Yosephine, come board de ship. Long time Ay
vait for you.
De moon, she shi-i-i-ine. She looka yust like you.
Tchee-tchee, tchee-tchee, tchee-tchee, tchee-tchee."

[To the accompaniment of this last he waves his hand as if he were
conducting an orchestra.]

JOHNNY--[With a laugh.] Same old Yosie, eh, Chris?

CHRIS--You don't know good song when you hear him. Italian fallar
on oder barge, he learn me dat. Give us drink. [He throws change
on the bar.]