(xx) Grand Old Lady

Well, sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while, as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. Victor Gook and his son, Mr. Rush Gook.

The gentlemen face each other across the library table, and a somewhat sluggish game of rome in it is in progress. Listen. That's the third time in five minutes you've made a mistake, huh? I'd hardly be a matter of life and death have really been the fourth time.

No, but you don't generally place us, Laffy. Probably the heat. Warm weather like this makes a fella's brain sticky. My brain's aint sticky. I'll see you in the dishy safe. Yeah. Say that, brickmash man gets loonier every day.

What you doing now? I stepped out on the back porch and went to go and he was coming along now. He ain't how I'd tell me. Hey! Ain't we the same as people? getting her name in the paper.

Oh, he's a lame brainwright, that brickmush man. I wonder what he meant. Talkin' gibberish likely. See, how about mosein' down in the picture show? Picture show. I feel in the mood to lull back in the richly cushions seat to the by-joe and be transported into the land of make-belief.

I haven't heard you suggest goin' to a picture show of your own accord in 97 years. The fifth seems to be on me this evening. Get your head. Get your head, Rach. Now it's not even 6.30 yet.

Get your hat. Get your hat, Sadie. We'll hide us to the silver screen. Well, what's on? Mr. Inplay, full of grammar and patos. I understand we can expect a tear in a chakra. What's the name of the play?