(Nudges the second watch.) Come and wipe your name off the slate. (He
lilts, wagging his head.) With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.
What, eh, do you follow me?
(Genially.) Ah, sure we were too.
(Winking.) Boys will be boys. I’ve a car round there.
All right, Mr Kelleher. Good night.
I’ll see to that.
(Shakes hands with both of the watch in turn.) Thank you very much,
gentlemen, thank you. (He mumbles confidentially.) We don’t want any scandal,
you understand. Father is a well known, highly respected citizen. Just a little
wild oats, you understand.
O, I understand, sir.
That’s all right, Sir.
It was only in case of corporal injuries I’d have had to report it at the station.
(Nods rapidly.) Naturally. Quite right. Only your bounden duty.
It’s our duty.
Good night, men.