JERRY. They didn’t ask me things like that. It was up-stairs in one of the private offices. First the character analyzer looked at me sort of hard and said “Sit down!” CHARLOTTE. Did you sit down? JERRY. Sure; the thing is to do what they tell you. Well, then the character analyzer asked me my name and whether I was married. CHARLOTTE [_suspiciously_]. What did you tell her? JERRY. Oh, it was a man. I told him yes, of course. What do you think I am? CHARLOTTE. Well, did he ask you anything else about me? JERRY. No. He asked me what it was my ambition to be, and I said I didn’t have any ambition left, and then I said, “Do you mean when I was a kid?” And he said, “All right, what did you want to do then?” And I said “Postman,” and he said, “What sort of a job would you like to get now?” and I said, “Well, what have you got to offer?” CHARLOTTE. Did he offer you a job? JERRY. No, he was just kidding, I guess. Well, then, he asked me if I’d ever done any studying at home to fit me for a higher position, and I said, “Sure,” and he said, “What?” and I couldn’t think of anything off-hand, so I told him I took music lessons. He said no, he meant about railroads, and I said they worked me so hard that when I got home at night I never want to hear about railroads again. CHARLOTTE. Was that all? JERRY. Oh, there were some more questions. He asked me if I’d ever been in jail. CHARLOTTE. What did you tell him? JERRY. I told him “no,” of course. CHARLOTTE. He probably didn’t believe you. JERRY. Well, he asked me a few more things, and then he let me go. I think I got away with it all right. At least he didn’t give me any black marks on my chart--just a lot of little circles. CHARLOTTE. Oh, you got away with it “all right.” That’s all you care. You got away with it. Satisfied with nothing. Why didn’t you talk right up to him: “See here, I don’t see why I shouldn’t get more money.” That’s what you’d have ought to said. He’d of respected you more in the end. JERRY [_gloomily_]. I did have ambitions once. CHARLOTTE. Ambition to do what? To be a postman. That was a fine ambition for a fella twenty-two years old. And you’d have been one if I’d let you. The only other ambition you ever had was to marry me. And that didn’t last long. JERRY. I know it didn’t. It lasted one month too long, though. _A mutual glare here--let’s not look._ And I’ve had other ambitions since then--don’t you worry. CHARLOTTE [_scornfully_]. What? JERRY. Oh, that’s all right. CHARLOTTE. What, though? I’d like to know what. To win five dollars playing dice in a cigar store? JERRY. Never you mind. Don’t you worry. Don’t you fret. It’s all right, see? CHARLOTTE. You’re afraid to tell me. JERRY. No, I’m not. Don’t you worry. CHARLOTTE. Yes, you are. JERRY. All right then. If you want to know, I had an ambition to be President of the United States. CHARLOTTE [_laughing_]. Ho--_ho_--ho--_ho_!