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punch: Root-ity-toot-ity-toot, Good morning, good morning! (He keeps it up until the audience answers.) punch: Have you seen my Judy? Oh, she is a beauty! Have you seen my Judy, my root-ily-toot-ily-Judy? (He keeps it up until the audience answers.) punch: No? Then I'll call her. Judy, my dear! Judy! Enter Judy carrying Baby. punch: Isn't she a beauty? judy: Well, Mr. Punch, what do you want? punch: Why, I want to give you a kiss, to be sure. (Punch reaches for her, misses, kisses the side of the stage noisily.) judy: Fickle! You always were stage-struck. I'm going! (She thrusts the baby into Punch's arms, exits.) |
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