BECKER
If you think I'll hold my tongue for your tellin', you're much mistaken.
PFEIFER
[Exclaims.] We'll see about that! [Rushes to the glass door and calls into the office.] Mr. Dreissiger, Mr. Dreissiger, will you be good enough to come here?
Enter DREISSIGER. About forty, full-bodied, asthmatic. Looks severe.
DREISSIGER
What is it, Pfeifer?
PFEIFER
[Spitefully.] Becker says he won't be told to hold his tongue.