Helms. There you go again with your So—o! My daughter's son is my grandson. Any fool knows that.
Krakau. Many a fool has believed he was a daughter's father—and wasn't.
Helms. What's that? My daughter...? You are an idiot.
Krakau. Do you remember what happened to Adam Harbee?
Helms. That has nothing to do with the case. My wife was not that sort of a woman. You'll concede that.
Krakau. Ye-es.
Helms. Well, then—but what can an innocent old bachelor like you know of such things.
Krakau. Are you going to talk stuck up again, Helms?
Helms. Sure I will: I am too stuck up to let an ignorant bachelor like you teach me what's what about married life. What do you know about it? Virgin!
Krakau [infuriated]. I'll tell you what I know about it. You are not Andrea's father at all.