Woody Merrill downs his drink, and then puts his arm around Peggy’s waist.
“Hello, Peggy!” says Woody.
“Oh, Woody,” says Peggy, “Don’t be a bore.” She puts on her evening wrap. Woody kisses her. “Come on, we’ll be late!” she says.
The scene dissolves to the Union Club dinner. Mister Milton and members of the bank are seated at a table with Millie and Al.
“Our country must stand today where it has already stood,” says Mr. Milton, reading from a notecard, “A citadel of individual initiative! The land of unlimited opportunity – for all!” Everyone applauds.
“It is peculiarly appropriate,” continues Mr. Milton, “that we meet here tonight to honor one who has valiantly fought for that freedom. Ladies and gentlemen: we greet our friend and our co-worker, our hero, Al Stephenson!”
Al knocks back another drink. The audience applauds. Milly rolls her eyes and marks the fourth drink of Al’s evening with a fork on the tablecloth.
Al stands as the applause dies down. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Al begins, “I’m very happy to be here. In fact, I’m very happy to be anywhere. In fact, I’m very happy!” Mister Milton laughs nervously. The waiter tops off Al’s drink.