Helms. Do you hear that? Now he wants to steal my view of the street, too?
Hammer. What do you old friends want to quarrel for?
Johnston. And on your birthday.
Helms. Who is quarreling?
Buffe. You may be well satisfied with the afternoon sun, Helms. See how beautifully it shines in the window. Look at the sun, Bolling.
Bolling. I've seen it before.
Buffe [explaining with pride]. Bolling used to be a carpenter, you know. He traveled all over the world.
Bolling. I have seen everything.
[There is a rap at the door. Silence. Krakau opens it, Knut enters.]
Knut [to Krakau]. Hello, Grandpop! [To Helms, shaking his hand.] Congratulations, grandfather. [To the others.] Hello, everybody.