Grytpype:
No Neddie. With this gadget you can hide in space.
Seagoon:
Space? But I’m taking up too much already. (off mike says something)
Grytpype:
Lad, we have perfected a method of getting a man off the ground under his own power. He needs no other means of propulsion.
Seagoon:
What, what, what, what, what, (turns into chicken noises) Has it been successful?
Grytpype:
Successful? (Laughing) Do you hear that, Count? (Both laugh) Why, even last night, the dear Count here, went up on the heath, and unaided, elevated himself into space to the height of twenty feet.
Seagoon:
Gad! What’s this invention called?
Grytpype:
A ladder. Of course I may think of a better name for it later, but...
Seagoon:
No, no, no, ladder’s a good name for it. , I must tell Folks, just a minute, my trumpet. (Through trumpet) Calling folks! Hello folks! With this invention, folks I can go on being a deserter forever! The military police will never find me up there, folks! (normal) How much?
Grytpype:
Well, to anyone else, Neddie, ten shillings. But to you, 38 pounds.
Seagoon:
Oh, I couldn’t take advantage; I’ll pay what everyone else does. Ten shillings. How would you like it?
Grytpype:
In thirty-eight one-pound notes.
Seagoon:
Right. See, I’ve got forty pounds here; I’ll just peel them off. Forty, thirty-nine, thirty-eight. There. Thirty-eight pounds.
Grytpype:
Thank you, Ned. Now pick a card, don’t let me see it, what is it?
Seagoon:
The forty-three of diamonds.
Grytpype:
You lose; pay pontoons only, twenty-eight pounds, Neddie.
