Schmidt. But vy should I feed you? Vy you come by me?
Jack. I'll work for you, if I may.
Schmidt. Vork? I don't vant no vork! I got all the vork as I need. I vant customers!
Jack. You'll have to have me arrested, then.
Schmidt. Arrested? Vot good will it do me if I have you arrested? You tink I earn my living by having you arrested? Mein Gott in Himmel, vot——
Jack. There's no use in getting excited, my friend.
Schmidt. Excited? I get excited if I please to get excited! Vot you got for business to tell me if I get excited? I show you vot I get! (Rushes to door.) Police! Police! (Rushes back.) If I did not vant a police, he stand by my door and hold out his hand for sandwiches! If you have to steal food, why you don't go by Schnitzelman on der next block—he haf a big place, und I can yust mein expenses not make.
Jack. I'm sorry, truly. But what could I do?
Schmidt. I dunno vot you do, but you keep out from mein place. Dey comes me somebody every veek und plays me dot trick, und den tells me I get dem arrested! (Rushes to door.) Find me a police! I keep dis man here till I find a police! Help! Police! police! (Exit shouting).
Jack (to Belle). God knows I'm sorry. But I can't help you. You see, I can't even help myself.