[David takes out his violin from its case and puts it to his shoulder, Pappelmeister keeping up a hypnotic torrent of encouraging German cries.]
Also! Fertig! Anfangen!
[He raises and waves his umbrella like a baton.]
Von, dwo, dree, four——
DAVID [With a great sigh of relief]
Thanks, thanks—they are gone already.
PAPPELMEISTER
Ha! Ha! Ha! You see. And ven ve blay your American symphony——
DAVID [Dazed]
You will play my American symphony?