- Frieda Hotzfelt: [Frieda and Bruno enter, bickering; Frieda is cradling a Pekinese dog] ... Yes it is! It's all your fault.
- Bruno Mahler: What do you mean it's my fault? He started it. Pogo just bit me.
- Frieda Hotzfelt: Well what if he did? You made faces at him.
- Bruno Mahler: No, he made faces at me first
- Frieda Hotzfelt: [petting the dog] Little precious. Did naughty Bruno frighten you? My little Pogo... my sweet darling.
- Frieda Hotzfelt: [they see Karl holding an office assistant up by the ankles so she can reach the top of a cupboard] Did you see that?
- Bruno Mahler: Probably raised on goats' milk!