It's a taxi.
CARVE. And if there is? No law against painting a taxi, I hope!
EBAG. (Again quietly dramatic.) No. But at the date of your funeral
there wasn't a single taxi on the streets of London.
CARVE. The devil!
EBAG. Exactly. Texel is bringing an action against me for
misrepresentation. I shall have to ask you to give evidence and say who
you are.
CARVE. (Angrily.) But I won't give evidence! You've brought this on
yourself. How much did you sell those little pictures for?
EBAG. Oh, an average of between four and five hundred.
CARVE. And what did you pay for them? I ask you, what did you pay for
them?
EBAG. (Smoothly.) Four pounds a piece. The fact is--I did rather well
out of them.
CARVE. Damned Jew!
EBAG. (Smoothly.) Damned--possibly. Jew--most decidedly. But in this
particular instance I behaved just like a Christian. I paid a little
less than I was asked, and sold for the highest I could get. I am
perfectly innocent, and my reputation is at stake.
CARVE. I don't care.
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