1940-xx-xx (xx) Hank's Two Hundred Dollar Wardrobe

Well, sir, it's early evening as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find all our friends assembled. Vic is just this moment arrived home from a game of indoor horseshoe at the residence of his friend Ike Neesuffer.

He stands beside the Davenport, removing his overcoat, and Sade is saying, What did Hank got to stop on? Oh, did he tell the phone here? Yeah. And you told him where I was, huh? Mm-hmm.

He just took a chance, I was at ice. A foot bath, old elbow joint. Hang up, up his hat and coat, really? Never died. Yeah. He had another telephone call, too. Steve Chez butter. But he's on Steve's mind.

Nothing important, he said. It could just as well wait till he sees you at the office tomorrow. All that coat by the car is am. When all the junk in the pockets is spilled out?

He's a fitted brain, boy. Yeah. What hank want? I'm going to tell you what he wanted. And you'll probably send your only shirt to Detroit, Michigan parcel post. Money, huh? Yeah. Well, we got plenty of money.

Gunny sex full of money we got. And every time they can hear in town is welcome to us. What's funny? I see this is going to be difficult. No, go ahead. Give Hank a stop, nine million dollars.

Maybe we better postpone this discussion to some other time. It's the end of the day, you're tired, you have to be at least a little bit on the edge. I'll talk again in the morning when you're so little as full of sweetness tonight.