SCH. (teasingly) First there's the Rond.
COL. No, stupid!
SCH. (with exaggerated contempt) You've manners like a clown!
COL. (offended) As I take it, you're insulting!
Draw your sword, sir!
(rushes to the fireplace and seizes the tongs)
SCH. (taking up the poker) Ready! Have at you! (preparing to receive his adversary's attack) Thy hot blood would I drink!
COL. (doing likewise) One of us shall now be gutted! (Rudolph and
Marcel stop dancing and burst out laughing.)
SCH. Now get a stretcher ready.
COL. And get a grave-yard, too.
(SCHAUNARD and COLLINE fight.)