Beaten and bruised, Sokol pulled out a thick wad of twenties. 'How much're you givin' us?' asked Otto. 'Whatever it takes to get you off my back!' declared Sokol. 'Take a lot to make up for this tuxedo you ruined!' grumbled Lefty. 'Yeah, and I gotta rip in my dress!' said Ethel. 'Honey- that's not Sokol's fault!' said Otto with a little giggle.
Otto and Ethel, both of them flush, hailed a cab and told it to head--