FLOSTRE [to the dishevelled old dummy on his knee]: That's quite enough about swallows. Let's get back to your contributions to logic.
ARISTOTLE: Don't you want to hear some more about comedy?
FLOSTRE: Oh, have you found your treatise after all?
ARISTOTLE: What treatise?
FLOSTRE [patiently]: Your treatise on comedy.
ARISTOTLE: You should read that. Might help you with your act.
FLOSTRE: So you've found it.
ARISTOTLE: Nope. But I've found my sandwiches.
FLOSTRE: That's something.
ARISTOTLE: They were under my hat all along.
FLOSTRE: And how are they?
ARISTOTLE: Bit stale after 2400 years.
FLOSTRE: So you can't say anything more about comedy?
ARISTOTLE [thinks]: Something more about comedy. [Brightly] Why does the baker work overtime?
FLOSTRE [sighs]: Because he needs the dough.
ARISTOTLE: Right! Sandwiches made me think of that one.
FLOSTRE: This is no time to be thinking about sandwiches.
ARISTOTLE [sings]: Any time's/The right time/To be thinking/ About my sandwiches.
FLOSTRE: You're not here to sing.
ARISTOTLE: I'm not supposed to be here yet at all.