[Waving his arm round the room.]
Why, uncle, we have a cabin worth a thousand dollars—a thousand dollars a week—and what's more, it doesn't wobble!
[He plants his feet voluptuously upon the floor.]
MENDEL
Come, come, David, I asked you to be serious. Surely, some day you'd like your music produced?
DAVID [Jumps up]
Wouldn't it be glorious? To hear it all actually coming out of violins and 'cellos, drums and trumpets.
MENDEL
And you'd like it to go all over the world?
DAVID