_Belle._ But how can you help me?

_Jack._ I don't know, but I'll find a way. There must be a way! It's
too cruel--it can't be true that people starve to death in the midst
of so much wealth.

_Belle._ You don't know much about being poor, I see.

_Bill (Has finished sandwich, rises and comes over, pats himself)._
Gee!

_Jack._ Good stuff, hey?

_Bill._ Betcher.

_Jack._ You'll come again then?

_Bill._ Sure thing.

_Jack (to Schmidt, who rises and crosses Left)._ You see, Mr.
Schmidt! He'll come again!

_Schmidt._ Yes, I make my fortune by you _(exit Left)._

_Bill._ Gee, I allus wisht I had a job in a restaurant! Or in a
candy store! Well, so long, old pal.

_Jack._ So long.

_Bill (starts Right, then stops)._ Say!