[Laughing.] That's quite a fierce fellow.
RAUCHHAUPT
Gussie, Nelly, gimme your hand.—That's all nothin' but hurry. That feller don't know what's goin' on in this world. He's blowin' the trumpet of Jericho, I'm thinkin', or maybe even the trump o' Judgment Day!—
DR. BOXER
I don't think I quite take your meaning, Mr. Rauchhaupt.
RAUCHHAUPT
Maybe Mrs. Wolff was only tryin' to scorch roaches. All right. Maybe, for all I care, 'twas somethin' else. But if Mrs. Wolff ever puts her hand to somethin'—there ain't very much left.
DR. BOXER
What do you mean by that?