That's out.

Now we'll have the entrance again.

You other boys on the rollers, there--" Three other basely comic waiters on roller skates came to attention.
"Follow him in and pile up on him when he makes the grand spill--see what I mean?
Get your trays loaded now and get off.

Now you other people, take your seats.

No, no, Annie, you're at the head, I told you.
Tom, you're at the foot and start the rough-house when you get the tray in the neck.