THE THIRD ACT
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Tony
You want see me walkin’, Doc?
The Doctor
Perhaps, I do. Let’s see. . . . [He feels the injured legs.] Tibia . . . Fibula . . . Feels all right.
Tony
[With a proud, anatomical gesture]: Ischium?
The Doctor
[He rises and nods approvingly.] All right, Tony, show us what you can do. No jumping, mind! Lend him a hand, Joe.
[He stands aside to watch. Joe assists Tony. Grunting, Tony stands on his crutches and grins proudly.]
Tony
Ees hurtin’ here. [Indicating arm pits.] But ees goin’ fine! [A few tottering steps.]
The Doctor
Steady! Whoa! [Laughter as Tony barely makes a chair.] You ought to be put on exhibition. If anyone had told me that day when I had you on the table that I should see you on crutches in three months!
