Doc: “Was feelin’ hung over, is what you were, and it does too count. I’ll take any win any way I can, as the man says.”
Eddie: “Well, you’da been hung over, too, if you had any heart, you old coot. Had to do some celebratin’ that night. Not every day a man’s wife presents him with a son.”
Sheriff: “And how is ol’ Eddie junior doin’ these days? Hain’t heard much from him since he gone off and went to school.”
Eddie: “Doing well, doing well. He just gave the missus and me a phone call on Tuesday night. He’s got his finals coming up. And then he’ll…”
The conversation is interrupted by the loud noise of car engines speeding by outside on the street.
Doc: “Dang hot-rodding kids! (To the sheriff) Now darn it, Bean, whyn’t you do something about them? They’re a danged nuisance. A danger, they way they go burning up the streets.”
Sheriff: (Leaning back in his chair with exaggerated unconcern) Now don’t you mind them. Nothin’ to do in this little desert town, and they’re just blowin’ off a bit of steam. Most of `em are good kids.”
Doc: “Well, dang it, Bean, they’re dangerous. Gunna be running into somebody some day, or run themselves right into a cactus, then you’ll see. Besides, their danged engines muss up my concentration.”
Sheriff: “Dudn’t hurt to have a little noise in this town, now `n then. You ask me, it just gets too quiet around here, and besides, you need every excuse for losin’ you can get.”
Eddie: “It’s your move. I’m fallin’ asleep here in my chair, waiting on ye.”
End of Scene 4