Isabella:
Who is he?
Elderly nobleman:
The most vulgar, impossible, obnoxious, ill-mannered...
Princess Bitotska:
In one word, he's an American!
Chamberlain:
You're a nihilist - that's what you are!
Virgil Smith:
I am not! I'm a Presbyterian!
Baron Holenia:
The Hungarian officer playing cards... that's Prince Istvan Barlossy de Baloshasa.
Johanna Augusta Franziska:
Hmmm... I met him in Budapest. Didn't like him very much.
Baron Holenia:
Nonsense! Since then he's inherited half of Buda and a large part of Pest.
Baron Holenia:
I am not narrow-minded! I could even forgive him being an American if he belonged to one of those Vander, Astor, uh, Rocker, uh, families. But a Mr. Smith?
Princess Bitotska:
The Lafuentes have more of everything. In fact, most of their children were born with eleven fingers.
Baron Holenia:
[
optimistically] In this, our moment of sorrow, I venture to offer some consolation. There will be other days. She'll give us some puppies yet.
Dr. Zwieback:
Yes, that's the way to look at it. Come spring and we can count on another litter.
Emperor Franz-Josef:
[
sadly] Hmmm... the question is - can I count on another spring?
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