Ruff. Landlord, how about some fine fruit? By the way, in Seattle, last week, I ate some fine fruit that was delicious. I don’t remember its name, but it begins with “K.”
Tony. Carrots?
Hans. Ach himmel, don’t you know dot carrots begins mit “Q”?
Case. Was it crabapples?
Hans. Vot’s der matter mit you? Crabapples is a fish.
Weber. War hit ketchup?
Ruff. Catsup, my boy, is a desert.
Hans. I bet id vas krapes.
Ruff. Right you are, old top, right you are.
Case. Grapes don’t begin with “K.”