_] Good morning t'you.
KUTSCHE
How's trade?
WIEGAND
Thank you, much as usual.
BECKER
The chief constable's sent him to see if we're spoilin' our stomach on
these big wages we're gettin'.
[_Laughter._
JAEGER
I say, Welzel, you will tell him how we've been feastin' on roast pork
an' sauce an' dumplings and sauerkraut, and now we're sittin' at our
champagne wine.
[_Laughter._
WELZEL.
The world's upside down with them to-day.
KUTSCHE
An' even if you had the champagne wine and the roast meat, you wouldn't
be satisfied. I've to get on without champagne wine as well as you.
BECKER
[_Referring to KUTSCHE'S nose._] He waters his beet-root with brandy and
gin. An' it thrives on it too.
[_Laughter._
WITTIG
A p'liceman like that has a hard life. Now it's a starving beggar boy he
has to lock up, then it's a pretty weaver girl he has to lead astray;
then he has to get roarin' drunk an' beat his wife till she goes
screamin' to the neighbours for help; and there's the ridin' about on
horseback and the lyin' in bed till nine--nay, faith, but it's no easy
job!
KUTSCHE
Jaw away; you'll jaw a rope round your neck in time.
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