Laskowski. Listen, dearie! You'll inherit all I have an' marry another fellow!
Paul (sternly). Control yourself a bit, Laskowski.
Laskowski (undaunted). Ain't that true, dearie? Tell me that you'll come to my grave! Promise me that much, dearie! Then I'll die easy. You'll come along and sit down and cry a few tearies on my grave. (He chokes down his tears and drinks again.)
von Tiedemann (has also been drinking freely). Well, here's to our friend, departed in his prime. (He raises his glass to Laskowski. )
Mrs. von Tiedemann (disapprovingly). Why, Fritz!
von Tiedemann (collecting himself). H'm! Well ... Didn't think of that. One forgets. Pardon me!
Antoinette. Will you not help yourselves, ladies and gentlemen? (To Lene, who is just passing with dishes in her hands.) Serve around once more!
von Tiedemann (helps himself). My favorite dish, veal-roast!... (To Bodenstein. ) What do you say, Doctor, you are so quiet?
Dr. Bodenstein. Do whatever you do, with a will! I am now devoting myself to culinary delights!
Mertens. I regard this sauce a phenomenal achievement.