Poopsie: Was you honest on the real stage?
Gladys: That’s where I first met him Poopsie. He was throwing knives at a woman at the Majestic Theatre.
Poopsie: Is Mr Hasler in the office?
Gladys: No. Mabel: Here, one hard earned dollar,
and I hope the ham aint as salty as it was at the last union picnic. I was dried up for a week after.
Poopsie: Thanks (exits)
- (Gladys puts note on the table and Hines looks suspiciously)
- Hines: What’re you doing, leaving him a note? Huh?
- (Gladys gives him a dirty look)
- Carrying on with Sorokin, huh?