Mr. Green is a composer; his next door neighbor has a headache and is trying to sleep. They share a telephone; Mr. Green's publisher keeps calling on it, which means he has to keep disturbing his neighbor. That, combined with the noise their wives keep making, leads to a rising level of anger and violence, to comic effect. To top it all off, their landlord is trying to repair a picket fence, but everyone keeps walking on it and breaking it.
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Mr. Howard J. Green, Composer
[Condescendingly then with frustration, as his wife is disturbing him by beating eggs
Darling, I cannot compose harmony with all this discord, and without harmony there'll be no composing, and without composing there'll be no money with which to buy eggs, so please boil 'em or fry 'em or poach 'em or something!
[He storms out