MRS. BAUER. Mr. Bauer'll fix it—right after dinner, Mrs. McAllister. [Impatiently.] He can't find the wire this minute—soon's he eats his dinner.
BAUER. [Doggedly.] You'll see....
MRS. BAUER. [Soothingly.] Come now, Fritz, give me your hat.
[She takes his hat from him.
VOICES IN THE STREET. [Receding from the front area.] Who killed the cat! Who killed the cat!
[Bauer rushes toward the window in a fury of excitement.
BAUER. [Shouting at the top of his voice.] Verdammte loafers! Schweine!
MRS. BAUER. [Goes up to him.] Fritz! Fritz!
BAUER. [Collapses and drops into chair.] You hear 'em.
MRS. BAUER. Don't pay no attention, then they'll get tired.