Cocotte. I'd like to kiss you, my little wild horse.
[Waiter dusts table, Right Center. Flirts with the Artist.]
[Child, Man and Wife sit at table Right Center.]
Waiter [to the Townsman]. What can I bring you?
Townsman. For the child, a glass of milk, but be sure it's well cooked. [To the Child.] A little glass of good ninni for my darling, a glass of ninni from the big moo cow.
Townsman [mocking her]. And for me a glass of red wine—a little glass of good red wine for the big moo-ox.
Townswoman [angry]. That's just like you. Begrudge a glass of milk to your own child—naturally—so long as you have your cigar and your wine—
Townsman. My dear, I hereby give little Phillip permission to drink three cows dry. And of my next week's wages, you may buy him a whole herd of cows.
Child. I want chocolate! Chocolate, mama!
Townsman. You shall have it. As much as you want. Wouldn't you perhaps like to have a glass of champagne, little Phillip, and a Henry Clay cigar and a salad made of a big moo-chicken?