KLOOT
And twenty-five cents.
PINCHAS
It's more than I made in the last year.
KLOOT
And there's more where that come from. You are already being hailed as the comic genius from Warsaw.
PINCHAS
(unbelieving but flattered)
I am?
KLOOT
Damned right. What I want, what Goldwater wants, is another tragedy from you. He's ready to pay $200.00 in advance.
PINCHAS
Two hundred dollars!
(controlling himself)
No-I will not do it! I will not debase my art for any amount of money.
KLOOT
But . . .
REPORTER
But Mr. Pinchas, you're throwing away the opportunity of a lifetime. Not only will you get rich, but your fame, as the comic genius from Warsaw, will be jeopardized.
(Pinchas scowls. Putting his hands behind his back, he walks around in a circle considering--he waves his right hand muttering 'On the one hand' then his left--'on the other hand' in considerable uncertainty. Finally, nodding to himself, he decides.)
PINCHAS
All right. But on one condition.
KLOOT
What's that?
PINCHAS
I will give you my Yiddish Caesar. I will let you butcher it to your heart's content. I will let you produce my Hamlet.
KLOOT
I'll treat it with the greatest respect. But what's your condition?
PINCHAS
My condition is that you don't try to stop me when I run on stage and beat Goldwater to death!
KLOOT
(thinking hard)
Well, you've got a deal.
(winking at the audience)
PINCHAS
Action is greater than thought.
KLOOT
(aside)
What do I care what happens to Goldwater?
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