Granny. Ferwas net? ( Enter Ike, listens. )
Dr. ( Loud. ) I, dee goll de shoft ivvershich, und won deer shnouft, no pressed der—der— diaphragm uf der duodenum und sell mocht eich shmertza in dee bronikle tubes. Fershtate deer?
Ike. ( Aside. ) Gott im himmel! Wos der Dr. net so feel wase!
Granny. O, yaw! Sell fershtain ich wohl!
Dr. Well, ( motions with fingers on palms, etc. ) now mist deer eppes hovva dos dorich der esophagus gait und dorich der pyloric orifice, no kommets in der duodenum, un shoft uf dee bronikles dorich dee pneumogastrie nerve. ( Spits and takes chew. )
Ike ( Aside. ) All mechtiger! Ich hob geglaubt sell letsht date 'n ferwariga!
Dr. ( Hunts in saddle-bags. ) Dorich dee pneumogastric nerve —und—und—gook! do is es! des is fom Brown sina mixtures.
Granny. Wos! ( Coughs. )
Dr. ( Yells in her ear ) Zway tayleffle full 4 mols dogs.
Granny. Feer tayleffle full zway mols dogs. Yaw well.