NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—It looks good.
OSCAR—You wouldn’t want a better sock, sir.
PHILIP—[_Who has been watching them; angrily._] Coming right away, sir.
One second more!
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—[_Looks at him, then at OSCAR._] You ... work here?
OSCAR—Well ... not exactly, sir.... I ... I ... I’m a relation of Mr.
Juhasz’s.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—Because I can’t wait any longer.
OSCAR—[_Goes swiftly behind the counter._] Then just let me wait on you,
sir ... until Mr. Juhasz comes. This is a fine quality, sir, absolutely
first class.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—Will these tear easily?
OSCAR—[_Laughs._] These? These are the strongest Fil d’Ecosse made.
[_Pulls at the hose._] They’re like steel.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—They look good.
OSCAR—And they will feel good on the foot.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—I want a good quality.
OSCAR—[_Spluttering in his eagerness._] We sell nothing but first-class
goods, sir. You won’t find a more durable Fil d’Ecosse anywhere. My ...
my brother-in-law imports it direct from England.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—I’ll take some. Then I want some with colored clocks.
OSCAR—How many of these, sir?
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—Well, if they are really so good, give me a dozen pair.