RODRIGO. What did you make to her?
SCHIGOLCH. What did he make to her?
HUGENBERG. A poem.
RODRIGO. (To Schigolch.) A poem.
SCHIGOLCH. He's promised me a dollar if I can spy out where he can meet her alone.
HUGENBERG. Just who does live here?
RODRIGO. Here we live!
SCHIGOLCH. Jour fix—every stock-market day! Our health. (They clink.)
HUGENBERG. Should I read it to her first, maybe?
SCHIGOLCH. (To Rodrigo.) What's he mean?