Robert. That doesn't sound very brotherly. (To Auguste) Where's Alma?
Auguste. Our Princess was afraid she wasn't beautiful enough for the foreign brother! She had to stay and burn her bangs first. (Robert is deeply concerned) She'll probably come by the next car. Where did you get the pound-cake? (Frau Heinecke passes the cake around and Michalski and Auguste eat)
Frau Heinecke. Eat another piece, Bobby!
(Robert refuses, but the others eat.)
Heinecke. (After a pause) What do you say to that, Michalski, "Welcome, beloved son."
Michalski. (Eating) Nonsense!
Robert. (Surprised) Brother-in-law!
Heinecke. What? What I did with this noble heart and this lame arm!
(Robert pacifies him.)
Michalski. I'm a simple man and I ain't afraid to say what I think! I've got no use for that kind of rot and nonsense! When a man has got to work the way we do with his stomach empty and a whip at his back----