(Inside The Gem, Al is behind the bar while Jack Langrishe stands with his back to him looking around.)

Al: "Known you were coming, I'd have baked a cake."

Langrishe: "You know I'm not one to be fussed over."

(Al pours and raises his eyebrows.)

Langrishe: "Rough places like this inspire my muse. Most impressive. The Gem. Most impressive."

Al: "Some of us ain't allergic to hard work, to which you'd be a stranger in them duds."

Langrishe: (laughs) "I cannot dig. To beg, I am ashamed. (Langrishe turns to face Al.) Hard work, it seems, has taken quite a toll."

Al: "My appearance ain't none of your concern. Leave all such matters well the fuck alone."

Langrishe: "It would appear the times are out of joint."

Al: "Fuckin' complex. That's all I'll say on that."

Langrishe: "I'm here to entertain. The play's the thing."

Al: "Thinkin' like that'll keep you above ground, graceful, and not incurrin' wrath from one who would be king."

Langrishe: "Hearst?"

Al: "Yeah. George fuckin' Hearst."