KHLESTAKOV. You're lying. The bed's all tumbled up.
OSIP. What do I want a bed for? Don't I know what a bed is like? I have legs and can use them to stand on. I don't need your bed.
KHLESTAKOV [walking up and down the room]. Go see if there isn't some tobacco in the pouch.
OSIP. What tobacco? You emptied it out four days ago.
KHLESTAKOV [pacing the room and twisting his lips. Finally he says in a loud resolute voice]. Listen—a—Osip.
OSIP. Yes, sir?
KHLESTAKOV [In a voice just as loud, but not quite so resolute]. Go down there.
OSIP. Where?
KHLESTAKOV [in a voice not at all resolute, nor loud, but almost in entreaty]. Down to the restaurant—tell them—to send up dinner.
OSIP. No, I won't.