RAUCHHAUPT
I wish to God the dam' brat was dead. I'll get so dam' wild some day, if he ain't, that I'll go an' kill my own flesh an' blood.
FIELITZ
I'd go an' have him locked up in the asylum. Then you don't have the worry of him no more. D'you want me to write out a petition for you?
RAUCHHAUPT
Don't I know all about petitions? What does they say then: he ain't dangerous bein' at large.—The whole world ain't nothin' but a asylum. It ain't dangerous, o' course, that he fires bricks at me, an' unscrews locks and steals house keys—oh, no, that ain't considered dangerous. No, an' it's all right for him to eat my tulip bulbs. I c'n just go ahead an' do the best I can.
MRS. FIELITZ
How did that happen at Grabow's the other day—I mean when his inn the
"Prussian Eagle" burned down?
LANGHEINRICH
Aw, Grabow, he needed just that. It wasn't no Gustav that set that there fire. He wasn't needed there.