Barlow. It's all rot for you to behave like this, Bradley.
Perkins. Isn't it time something happened to the curtain? The
audience will get panicky if they witness any such lack of harmony as
this. I will draw a veil over the painful scene. B-r-r-r-r. (Drops
curtain.) B-r-r-r-r.
[Raises it again.
Yardsley. We won't dispute the matter, Bradley. You are wrong, and
that's all there is about it. Now do get off the stage and let us go
ahead. Perkins, for Heaven's sake, give that curtain a rest, will
you?
Perkins. I was only having a dress-rehearsal on my own account, Bob.
Bike bell, curtain. Push bell, front door. Trolley gong, nothing--