Clem.
He doesn’t seem to get much petting around here.
Kneir.
[Annoyed.] Pet him! I should say not! The sooner I get rid of him, the better! [Through the window.] Chase them away! Kischt! Kischt!
Bar.
[Outside.] All that yelling makes the rooster afraid.
Kneir.
Afraid! He takes after you, then! Kischt!
Clem.
Hahaha! Hahaha! Say, he’s enjoying himself there on Ari’s roof.