MOTHER
Please, tonight, for once, I don't want anything bad talked about. Let's enjoy our meal.
HENRYK
Fine, then I'll tell you something funny. You know who I mean by Dr. Raszeja?
The surgeon?
HENRYK
The surgeon. Well, for some reason, don't ask me why, the Germans allowed him into the ghetto to perform an operation...
On a Jew? They allowed a Pole to come in to operate on a Jew?
HENRYK
Who's complaining? He got a pass, that's all I know. Anyway, he puts the patient to sleep and starts the operation. He'd just made the first incision when the SS burst in, shoot the patient lying on the table, and then shoot Dr. Raszeja and everybody else who was there. Isn't that a laugh? The patient didn't feel a thing, he was anaesthetised.
MOTHER
I said nothing bad, Henryk.
HENRYK
What's the matter with you all? Have you lost your sense of humour?
It's not funny.
HENRYK
Well, you know what's funny? You're funny with that ridiculous tie.
What are you talking about, my tie? What's my tie got to do with anything? I need the tie for my work.
HENRYK
Your work? Yes, yes, work. Playing the piano for all the parasites in the ghetto.
Parasites...
HENRYK
Parasites.
MOTHER
Boys, boys
HENRYK
They don't give a damn about people's suffering.
You blame me for their apathy, right?
HENRYK
I do, because I see it every day. They don't even notice what's going on around them.
