SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (points toward the laboratory) The—(corrects himself) D—Doctor. (Enthusiastically) The trouble about us human beings is that we don’t know nothing about nothing—
MRS. FELIX
Can’t you be moral and retain your grammar?
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (disregarding her, enthusiastically) Then he comes along (pointing toward laboratory) and shows us that millionaires on one hand—anarchists on the other—are one part right, ninety-nine parts wrong—
FANNY (bursts into wild tears again)
And I’ve lost him! I’ve lost him!
[Mrs. Felix comforts her.
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (to Tromper)
How much have you saved? Not for me—for yourself?
TROMPER (haughtily)