That's not whiskey. It's benzine.
ALICE:
You don't mean to say that that benzine bottle is there STILL? I
told Jane to take it away.
REDDY:
(dryly)
Well, Jane didn't do it.
ALICE:
Now, isn't that just like Jane? I told her it might set fire to
the house and burn us alive.
REDDY:
It nearly burned me alive.
ALICE:
I'm so sorry.
(Takes from buffet a tray holding whiskey bottle, siphon, and three
glasses.)
Here, this is what you want. But, perhaps you don't like Scotch.
HATCH:
Don't you touch that, Reddy.
(Returns to chair at left of table.)
REDDY:
Why not?
ALICE:
(pours whiskey into a glass)
Yes; why not? It's not poison. There's nothing wrong with this
bottle. If you're afraid, I'll prove it to you. Just to show you
there's not a trace of hard feelings.
(Drinks and coughs violently.)
REDDY:
(sympathetically)
SHE'S got the benzine bottle, too.
ALICE:
No. I'm not quite used to that.
(To HARRY)
Excuse me, but aren't you getting tired holding that big pistol?
Don't you think you might put it down now, and help me serve this
supper?
(HARRY does not move.)
No? Well, then, let the colored gentleman help me.
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