And this:
And this:
And, of course, stuff like this:
I will never run out of things to listen to. Or to laugh at.
GEORGE: Say, we had the loveliest new dessert tonight!
BOB: Oh! What was it? It’s awfully hard to find a new dessert.
Marc: (With emphasis) Is it?
GEORGE: Well, it was sort of a prune whip. You make it out of just nothing at all. And then, if company comes when you don’t expect them –
BOB: I want the recipe.
MARC: How many eggs?
(John up at the rear of the table. Turns on this speech.)
JOHN: Does it take much butter?
GEORGE: Oh, no – very little. I’ll bring you the recipe Tuesday afternoon.
(MARC feels a rough place on his chin. Rubs it, then takes a good-sized mirror out of his pocket and stands it on the table. Examines his chin. Then takes out a safety razor and starts to shave. After that he takes out two military brushes and combs his hair. The other pay no attention to this. JOHN is at the rear of the table, with his back to the audience; BOB is seated, fooling with the cards; GEORGE is seated, calmly smoking. After MARC has put everything away, BOB breaks the silence.)
BOB: Are we ready?
JOHN: No! Wait just a minute! (He brings down the fancy table cover, which he spreads on the table.) There we are!
MARC: (Feeling it) That’s nice, John. Where’d you get it?