Helms. Just one floor.
Krakau. Bolling too?
Helms. I suppose Buffe will bring him along.
Krakau. And he won't have a word to say.
Helms. He never has a word to say.
Krakau. No, never.
Helms. Must you rattle those pieces like that?
Krakau. Can I help it if they are heavy? [Moves them more carefully.] You are always complaining about noise. You only do it to remind me how well you can hear.
Helms. Your hearing has gotten a good deal worse this year, hasn't it? Hansen says so, too.
Krakau. Hansen! A lot he knows! [Moves a piece.] Is there anything about you in the paper?