Get along with your horse-radish.
GUSTAV gesticulating, puts his hollow hand to his mouth and toots in imitation of a trumpet. Laughter.
EDE
Where's the fire, you little firebrand?
LANGHEINRICH
Ede, catch hold o' him!
EDE
All right. [He tries to creep up to GUSTAV. The latter observes this, gives a loud toot and, still tooting, hurries away, dropping a box of matches as he does so.] Hallo!
LANGHEINRICH
What's that?