:45:01
- He's doing his best.
- Paying them to wait. It's ridiculous!
:45:05
You know what's ridiculous?
Your libretto!
:45:08
Only an idiot would ask him
to work on that!
:45:12
Twelve-foot snakes, magic flutes?
:45:14
What's so intelligent about a Requiem?
:45:17
Money. Money.
:45:23
You're mad.
:45:25
She's mad.
:45:27
- Oh, yes?
- Wolfie, write it down.
:45:31
Just write it down.
:45:33
On paper.
:45:35
It's no use to anybody in your head.
:45:39
To hell with your death Mass!
:45:43
Calm yourself.
What's the matter with you?
:45:46
- I won't work there anymore.
- What happened?
:45:50
You don't know what it's like.
:45:53
Herr Mozart frightens me.
:45:57
He drinks all day...
:45:58
...then takes all that medicine
and it makes him worse.
:46:02
Is he working?
:46:05
Oh, I am frightened, sir, really!
:46:09
- When he speaks, he makes no sense.
- Is he working?
:46:15
I suppose so.
:46:18
He sits there all the time,
doing some silly opera.
:46:22
- Opera?
- Don't ask me to go back again.
:46:26
I'm frightened.
I'm very, very frightened!
:46:29
Are you sure it's an opera?