Baron von Friesche: Does he know the conditions he doesn't like? I find that hard to understand. I myself would hesitate to form conclusions without firsthand evidence. You must set him right. I suppose it isn't easy for a foreigner to understand the agonies our people have suffered since the Treaty of Versailles. What years of less and less bread, of leaner bodies, of the end of hope...
[pauses to offer Herr Schulz a cigarette]
Martin Schulz: [accepting a cigarette] Oh, thank you.
Baron von Friesche: The quicksand of despair held us. Then just before we died, a man came and pulled us out.
Baron von Friesche: [turning to Herr Professor] You are a native of Munich, Herr Professor?
Professor Schmidt: Well, uh...
Baron von Friesche: You have *witnessed* this deliverance.
Professor Schmidt: If it *is* a deliverance...
Baron von Friesche: [turning to Herr Schulz] You know, there's a surge, my friend. A surge. Our whole despair has been thrown aside like a forgotten coat. No longer do we wrap ourselves in shame.
Baron von Friesche: [turning to Herr Professor] What can be wrong about a man who affects people so?
Professor Schmidt: When people are hungry, they don't care *what* kind of a man it is who gives them bread.
