LARRY--[With a professional air.] What's your pleasure, gentlemen?

JOHNNY--Small beer, Larry.

CHRIS--Vhiskey--Number Two.

LARRY--[As he gets their drinks.] I'll take a cigar on you.

CHRIS--[Lifting his glass.] Skoal! [He drinks.]

JOHNNY--Drink hearty.

CHRIS--[Immediately.] Have oder drink.

JOHNNY--No. Some other time. Got to go home now. So you've just
landed? Where are you in from this time?

CHRIS--Norfolk. Ve make slow voyage--dirty vedder--yust fog, fog,
fog, all bloody time! [There is an insistent ring from the
doorbell at the family entrance in the back room. Chris gives a
start--hurriedly.] Ay go open, Larry. Ay forgat. It vas Marthy.
She come with me. [He goes into the back room.]

LARRY--[With a chuckle.] He's still got that same cow livin' with
him, the old fool!

JOHNNY--[With a grin.] A sport, Chris is. Well, I'll beat it home.
S'long. [He goes to the street door.]

LARRY--So long, boss.