The Walls Came Tumbling Down1946

Gilbert Archer:
Come in, Reverend. I've been expecting you.

Matthew Stoker:
Were you indeed, Mr. Archer?

Gilbert Archer:
Make yourself comfortable. What'll you have, scotch or bourbon?

Matthew Stoker:
Bourbon, please. I indulge on rare occasions.

Gilbert Archer:
Naturally. Why not? If you consult your Bible, you'll find a verse that prescribes a little wine for your stomach's sake.

Matthew Stoker:
Mr. Archer, you're a never-ending source of amazement. And you have a Bible! Now isn't that...

Gilbert Archer:
Cozy? Yes. Sit down, sit down, Reverend.

Matthew Stoker:
Thank you.

Gilbert Archer:
How's Mrs. Stoker, and your choirboy Rausch?

Matthew Stoker:
Oh, both very well, thank you. Madame had a previous engagement or she'd have come with me. As for Rausch - well, I thought that on this occasion we could dispense with his impetuosity.

Gilbert Archer:
Well, I was sure you'd bring him with you, knowing how stubborn I am to do business with.

Matthew Stoker:
Yes, Mr. Archer, but this time I came convinced that you'd be cooperative.

Gilbert Archer:
You did?

Matthew Stoker:
Of course, my dear boy. It came to me in a revelation.

Gilbert Archer:
I don't know where you bought the revelation, Reverend, but you've been gypped.