BEERMANN [with emphasis]. Because I have more important things to do than to watch your hop, skip and jump.
EFFIE. [jolly]. Oh, aren't you cranky?
BEERMANN. I am not at all disposed for such nonsense.
EFFIE. [going over to the desk, picks up the volume of the encyclopedia.] All this comes from your politics; now I will simply confiscate your ammunition.
BEERMANN [excited]. Give me that book.
EFFIE. [jumping away]. No, no, papa, you will only get sick.
BEERMANN [shouts]. I forbid these stupid jokes. Put that book down.
FRAU BEERMANN. What is the matter?
BEERMANN. I never could tolerate disobedient children, that's all.
EFFIE. [placing the book on the desk]. Oh, pardon me, papa.