I knew your nerves vould be all shnapping like fiddle-shtrings. Oh, you cheniuses!
[Smiling.]
You like neider de clappings nor de criticisms,—was?
DAVID
They are equally—irrelevant. One has to wrestle with one's own art, one's own soul, alone!
PAPPELMEISTER [Patting him soothingly]
I am glad I did not let you blay in Part Two.
DAVID
Dear Herr Pappelmeister! Don't think I don't appreciate all your kindnesses—you are almost a father to me.
PAPPELMEISTER