"Hugo?"
"Yeah, Lefty?"
"Is this guy ever going to stop going up and down the stairs? I'm getting pocket sick."
"It's beginning to look as if no."
"Can't we do something about it?"
"Just a second." The sock pulled out a cell phone. "And don't get started on anachronistic phones in 1935!"
"Okay."
"Yo! Ade! Look, this is amusing and all, but how are we supposed to improvise our way through the casino scene if Bright Boy here doesn't stop counting the steps?"
"Ask him if he's seen my script!"
Hugo waved Lefty off and spoke into the phone, "You could do that? Thanks, babe! I owe you lunch sometime. Give Marc a squeeze for me!"
They heard a muffled, "Eighteen! Thank God!" and then felt a cessation of the stair climbing.
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