THE DEVIL (handing him a sharp paper-cutter of steel)
Dig this (taps it) into that—(Taps Schwartzenhopfel’s heart)
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (turning pale)
That would be murder!
THE DEVIL
And what’s throwing bombs?
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (protesting)
I don’t throw ’em. I make ’em. I never threw one.
THE DEVIL
What’s the difference?