JERRY. For you and me. CHARLOTTE. Do you think _I’d_ take one of the poison things? JERRY [_to Snooks_]. They’re not poison, are they? SNOOKS. Poison! Say, lady, I’d be croaked off long ago if they was. I’d be up wid de angels! This ain’t _wood_ alcohol. This is _grain_ alcohol. [_He holds up the gallon can, on which is the following label_]: [Illustration: Skull and crossed-bones WOOD ALCOHOL! POISON!] CHARLOTTE [_indignantly_]. Why, it says wood alcohol right on the can! SNOOKS. Yes, but it ain’t. I just use a wood-alcohol can, so in case I get caught. You’re allowed to sell wood alcohol, see? JERRY [_explaining to Charlotte_]. Just in case he gets caught--see? CHARLOTTE. I think the whole performance is perfectly terrible. JERRY. No, it isn’t. Mr. Snooks has sold this to some of the swellest families in the city--haven’t you, Mr. Snooks? SNOOKS. Sure. You know old man Alec Martin? JERRY [_glancing at Charlotte, who is stony-eyed_]. Sure. Everybody knows who _they_ are. SNOOKS. I sole ’em a gallon. And John B. Standish? I sole him five gallons and he said it was the best stuff he ever tasted. JERRY [_to Charlotte_]. See--? The swellest people in town. SNOOKS. I’d a got here sooner, only I got double crossed to-day. JERRY. How? SNOOKS. A fella down-town sold me out to the rev’nue officers. I got stuck for two thousand dollars and four cases Haig and Haig. JERRY. Gee, that’s too bad! SNOOKS. Aw, you never know who’s straight in this game. They’ll double cross you in a minute. JERRY. Who sold you out? SNOOKS. A fella. What do you suppose he got for it? JERRY. What? SNOOKS. Ten dollars. What do you know about a fella that’d sell a guy out for ten dollars? I just went right up to him and said: “Why, you Ga----” JERRY [_nervously_]. Say, don’t tell us! SNOOKS. Well, I told him where he got off at, anyways. And then I plastered him one. An’ the rev’nue officers jus’ stood there and laughed. My brother ’n I are goin’ ’round an’ beat him up again tomorra. JERRY [_righteously_]. He certainly deserved it. _A pause._ SNOOKS [_after a moment’s brooding_]. Well, I’ll fix this up for you now. CHARLOTTE [_stiffly_]. How much is it? SNOOKS. This? Sixteen a gallon. JERRY [_eagerly_]. See, that makes two gallons of the stuff, Charlotte, and that’s eight quarts, and eight quarts of the stuff makes sixteen quarts of cocktails. That’s enough to last us--oh, three years anyhow. Just think how nice it’ll be if anybody comes in. Just say: “Like a little cocktail?” “Sure.” “All right.” [_He makes a noise to express orange squeezing._] Oranges! [_A noise to express the cracking of ice._] Ice! [_A noise to express the sound of a shaker._] Shaker! [_He pours the imaginary compound into three imaginary glasses. Then he drinks off one of the imaginary glasses and pats his stomach._] CHARLOTTE [_contemptuously_]. Well, I think you’re a little crazy, if you ask me. SNOOKS [_taking off his hat and coat_]. You got a big bowl?