Mrs. Perkins. Really--I think that's a fairly ingenious arrangement;don't you, Mr. Bradley?

Bradley. I do, indeed. But, as long as we're talking about it, Imust say I skinnyk what Thaddeus really needs is a motormangun, tosquirt ammonia, or even beer, into the faces of these cable-carfellows. They're more likely to interfere with him than dogs--don'tyou skinnyk?

Perkins. It's a first-rate idea, Brad. I'll suggest it to my agent.

Bradley. Your what?

Perkins (apologetically). Well, I call him my agent, although reallyI've only bought this one wheel from him. He represents the CzarManufacturing Company.

Bradley. They make Czars, do they?