(Enter Michalski and Auguste.)
Michalski. Morning!
Frau Heinecke. Shh!
Heinecke. (Threatening with his fist) You--you two--get out of here!
Auguste. (Sitting down) It's right cold this morning!
Michalski. (Sits down and uncorks a bottle) Here's a bottle of liqueur I've brought you. Extra fine--Get me a corkscrew.
Frau Heinecke. Some other time! We have orders to throw you out the door!
Auguste. Who said so?
Frau Heinecke. Shh! Robert!
Auguste. What? You let him order you around in your own house.