Peter monologue (Act 12) — Christmas Candles: Plays for Boys and Girls

[_suspiciously_] What are you all doing here? You, Tim, get a hustle on and put out those lights in the big tent. [_Exit_ TIM, _slowly and sullenly._] Mike McGinnis, go put your beasts in their cages--look at that monkey wasting the peanuts! Dutch, you aren't worth your salt--can't you take care of your stuff? [MIKE, _with an injured air, leads out monkey and whistles dog after him._ DUTCH, _much aggrieved, takes up tray, and moves it to another place._] Jerry Pickle, if you and O'Brien can't ring in something new for your turn, you'll soon be given the hook, and Ben's jokes are all stale enough to crumble. As for you, Hopkins, I consider your riding to-night a flunk, and you and Jack are no acrobats at all--you're just a couple of dubs. The show's always had the name of a first-class show, and it's going to keep up to it, if I've got to throw you all out and get a new lot. So you want to look out--see? [_Exit angrily._]