The rich man in his banquet hall
Has everything I long for!
The poor....
Townsman. Let him banquet in peace.
[They sit at the table from which the Waiter has just risen.]
Child. I want to give the poor man something. Papa! Money! Papa! Money!
Townsman [kisses child]. A heart of gold has my little Phillip. A disposition like butter. He gets that from me.
Townsman. What? Asking for money or the oleo margerine disposition?
Child. When I give the poor man something he makes a funny face and I have to laugh. Papa, money!
Townsman. Since I've been married I make all kinds of faces, but no one gives me anything. [Searches in his pocket book.] Too bad, I've nothing smaller than a centime piece.
Townsman. Of course, you'd rather bring up our Phillip to have a heart of stone. Children should be taught to love people. They must be brought up in that way—to have regard and respect for the most unfortunate fellow beings—How that woman is perfumed. Women like that shouldn't be permitted in the city.
Young Man [to the Cocotte]. I would buy you two beautiful air ships, a half moon for week days and a star for Sundays. All my millions I would lay at your feet. [Raising his hand.] Waiter—another glass of water, please.