CAESAR. There's a professor at the high table, who's supposed to be an authority. But what subject is he professor of?
DOCTOR: I've no idea. It must be metallurgy and applied chemistry.
CAESAR. Can you see what order he's wearing?
DOCTOR. I don't know it. I expect it's some tenth rate foreign order.
CAESAR. Well, at a subscription dinner like this the company's always rather mixed.
DOCTOR. Hm!
CAESAR. You mean, that we... hm.... I admit we're not well dressed, but as far as intelligence goes....
DOCTOR. Listen, Caesar, you're a lunatic in my charge, and you must avoid speaking about intelligence as much as you can.
CAESAR. That's the greatest impertinence I've heard for a long time. Don't you realise, idiot, that I've been engaged to look after you, since you lost your wits?
PROFESSOR (taping his goblet). Gentlemen!