Beethoven Lives Upstairs

Ludwig Van Beethoven:
Music is not something you can quit, you'll soon find that out.

Christoph:
Why does he have to write another Symphony? He's already made a Fourth, a Fifth, a Sixth, a Seventh, and an Eighth!

Uncle Kurt:
And this one will be his Ninth.

Christoph:
I hope it's his last!

Ludwig Van Beethoven:
Where are the pens! I need a pen!

Mr. Schindler:
You should have thought of that before you destroyed the last one!

Christoph:
Mr. Beethoven wanted to change the world. Maybe he will do it: bit by bit.

Christoph:
Music? There is no music! He just bangs away at his piano. There's so many broken strings, it looks like a bird's nest!

Uncle Kurt:
He must be so miserable...

Christoph:
What about me? I'm miserable!

Mr. Schindler:
Where does he find these places?

Christoph:
Yes?

Mr. Schindler:
My name is Schindler. Is Mr. Beethoven here?

Christoph:
No. He has moved away.

Sophie:
You know you're not half bad when you keep a civil tongue to yourself.

Christoph:
You're all just a bunch of sissy-faced cowards!

Street Boy:
You wanna make something of it?

Christoph:
Yeah!