Ruff. Everything, I said. I’d like to know what you ever saw that would not freeze?
Weber. Hot water.
Case (reading paper). Landlord, I see here a notice that John Smith had died and was buried yesterday. What John Smith was that?
Weber. De one in de hearse.
Hans. Yah, I vent by der funeral too. Everyding vas vite. Vite goffin, vite hearse, und all der drimmings.
Case. Sure, white is the color of purity. It is also the color of beauty.
Ruff. Of course; dat’s why all brides dress in white. White! Why, man, dat is de color of joy. Ain’t her weddin’ de mostest joyous occasion of a woman’s life?
Weber. Aha; dat’s why all de grooms dress in black.
Ruff. Do you know that a terrible thing happened to me last week one night? I was making a strategic retreat from a dance. I had the misfortune to rip my trousers. Just as I was going round the corner I see a sign in a tailor’s window. It read: Reveal yourself through your clothes.
Weber. Did you go back to the dance?