Koch. (rising angrily). Pig!!
Pod. Oh, you can rant if you like!
Koch. Idiot! Blockhead! There never was such an ass!
Pod. Rant away; I don’t care!
Koch. Who have I taken all this trouble for? Who have I been working for? All for your good, you nincompoop! I declare I’ll just throw it all up and leave you in the lurch; what’s it to me?
Pod. Certainly, throw it up if you like. Who asked you to give yourself so much trouble?
Koch. But you’ll come to grief altogether—you can’t manage anything without me. If I don’t get you safely married, you’ll be fooled for the rest of your days.
Pod. What’s that to you?
Koch. Oh, you dunderhead! It’s you I’m trying to help!
Pod. I don’t want your help.