Be careful. I still own the judges and the politicians. Don’t try to stand in my way, or I’ll job you into jail. Get out!
TROMPER (suddenly whining)
How am I to get back to New York?
MRS. FELIX (touching Schwartzenhopfel’s shoulder)
Don’t be little, John—
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (repressing himself)
The automobile will take you back. Wait for it at the Inn.
TROMPER (thinking he is relenting)
One word, sir—
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL