Shop Around the Corner

Alfred Kralik:
Yes, Mr. Matuschek

Hugo Matuschek:
Eh, close the door. Kralik, why did you put me in that situation, in front of the whole shop?

Alfred Kralik:
Well, I'm very sorry, sir... but it was not my fault.

Hugo Matuschek:
Well whose fault was it? Mine?

Alfred Kralik:
Well... yes.

Alfred Kralik:
There might be a lot we don't know about each other. You know, people seldom go to the trouble of scratching the surface of things to find the inner truth.

Klara Novak (Miss Novak):
Well I really wouldn't care to scratch your surface, Mr. Kralik, because I know exactly what I'd find. Instead of a heart, a hand-bag. Instead of a soul, a suitcase. And instead of an intellect, a cigarette lighter... which doesn't work.

Alfred Kralik:
Flora, take a letter. Ah... To whom it may concern. Mr. Vadas has been in the employ of Matuschek & Company for the last two years, during which he has been very efficient as a stool pigeon, a troublemaker, and a rat.

Ferenc Vadas:
Now look here!

Alfred Kralik:
And if he doesn't clear out of here he's going to get a punch in the nose! Yours very truly, Alfred Kralik, Manager, Matuschek & Company.

Alfred Kralik:
Now if I were a girl and had to choose between a young good-for-nothing with plenty of hair and a good, solid, mature citizen, I'd pick Mathias Popkin every time.

Alfred Kralik:
Are you disappointed?

Klara Novak (Miss Novak):
Psychologically, I'm very confused... But personally, I don't feel bad at all.