_Policeman (to Schmidt)._ Do yez think I've no more to do than
arrestin' people for thirty-five cents?

_Schmidt (excitedly)._ Can I feed all the tramps on dis Avenue by my
place? I say you arrest him!

_Policeman._ Well, all right--if that's it. Come along here.

_Belle._ Mr. Schmidt.

_Schmidt._ Hey?

_Belle._ Let me pay what he owes you.

_Schmidt._ Hey?

_Jack._ No!

_Belle._ Let me pay it. He's a friend of mine, and I don't want him
arrested.

_Jack._ No, no--I won't have it.

_Belle._ You can pay me back. You'll get a job soon. Mr. Schmidt,
will you take it out of my next wages?

_Jack._ I say no!

_Belle._ You can't help it. Just take it out of my wages, and let