But three other passengers aren't squeezed in, and it never pitches and tosses. It's heavenly.
PAPPELMEISTER [Smiling]
And from heaven you flew down to blay in dat beer-hall. Was?
[David looks surprised.]
I heard you.
DAVID
You! What on earth did you go there for?
PAPPELMEISTER
Vat on earth does one go to a beer-hall for? Ha! Ha! Ha! For vawter! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ven I hear you blay, I dink mit myself—if my blans succeed and I get Carnegie Hall for Saturday Symphony Concerts, dat boy shall be one of my first violins. Was?
[He slaps David on the left shoulder.]