Miss Novak?

Yes, Mr. Kralik?

I noticed that you wore a yellow blouse with light-green dots yesterday.

No, Mr. Kralik. As usual, you're mistaken. It was green with light-yellow dots. Everybody else thought it was very becoming. I don't remember remarking about your neckties. If you think I couldn't say anything about your neckties...just ask Mr. vadas. My blouse is none of your business.

I'm sorry. Mr. Matuschek seems to think it is my business.

Yes, that's right. I'm working under you. I'll call you every morning and describe what I'm going to wear. Before I select my next wardrobe, my dressmaker will give you samples. Imagine you dictating what I should wear.

I don't care what you wear. For a circus pony, it's all right. I have my own troubles without your blouse...between Matuschek and me.

I sold as much yesterday as anybody else.

For a rainy Monday three weeks before Christmas, isn't bad.

Did you tell Mr. Matuschek that?

Yes.

And what did he say?

"Not to come in that blouse."

Tell him I won't.

I will!

Can you see her?

Yes.

Is she pretty?

Very pretty.

She is?

I should say she looks...she has a little of the coloring of Klara.

Klara? What, Miss Novak of the shop?

Now, Kralik, you must admit Klara's a very good-looking girl. Personally, I've always found her a very likeable girl.

This is a fine time to talk about Miss Novak. Now...

If you don't like Miss Novak, I can tell you, you won't like that girl.

Why?

Because it is Miss Novak.

[phone rings. Tony won't let go of Alice's hands] You know, it's a strange sensation - I seem to hear ringing in my ears.

Me, too. And I thought for a moment it was the telephone.

Yeah. I hear voices, too. Voices that say, if you don't kiss her soon, you're a chump.

You know, if I were really clever, I could answer the phone without the use of my hands.

Saw it done in a circus once.

[Alice picks up receiver with her teeth] Hey, wonderful, you'd be a sensation on the trapeze!

I resent what you said about your brain. I think it's beautiful.

You do, huh?

Mmmhm

I see. Yeah, that's probably the first thing you noticed about me that you liked - my colossal brain.

Well, no. No, it was the back of your head.

The back of my head? I've got a big bump back there. Well, what happened when I turned around?

Well, I figured I'd just have to get used to that.

Oh, you figured.

And, you know, it might not take very long, but I just figured I'd...

...you just figured you'd just... well, I'm glad you 'figured.'

Panties, Your Honor.

Do you expect this subject to come up again?

Yes, Sir.

There's a certain light connotation attached to the word "panties." Can we find another name for them?

I never heard my wife call 'em anything else.

Mr. Biegler?

I'm a bachelor, Your Honor.

That's a great help. Mr. Dancer?