Jeppe—Mir zu.
Jakob—Good luck with half of it!
Jeppe—Ich tank ju, Jakob! Drik man, datt dig di Dyvel haal, datt ist dig vel undt.
Jakob—I hear you can talk German, Jeppe.
Jeppe—Sure, that's nothing new, but I don't usually talk it except when I'm drunk.
Jakob—Then you surely talk at least once a day.
Jeppe—I have been in the army ten years and should I not know my own language?
Jakob—Why, that's right, Jeppe! We were in the same campaign for two years.
Jeppe—Sure enough, I remember now. You were hung, weren't you, when you deserted at Wismar?
Jakob—I was to have been hanged, but was pardoned. "There is many a slip between the cup and the lip."