GEORG: Dear friend,
When the day brings petty aggravations
And my poor, frayed nerves are all askew,
I forget these unimportant matters
Pouring out my hopes and dreams to you.
As I rest my pen and look around me
I can see the summer disappear.
Oh, dear friend, all at once
Autumn's here.
ARPAD: Good morning, Miss Ritter.
ILONA: Oh, good morning, Arpad.
ARPAD: Look! Autumn.
KODALY: Ah, good morning, Ilona. Here you are on this first October day, the quintessence of autumn. I do hope you've forgiven me for our little misunderstanding last night. I just can't bear it when we quarrel, can you darling? Truthfully?
ILONA: Go to hell.
GEORG: Dear friend,
With November just around the corner
I've a feeling you may also share.
Do you feel an undertone of discord,
And a sense of tension in the air?
MARACZEK: Mr. Novak, must this sidewalk always be covered with leaves?
GEORG: Uh, no sir, but Mr. Maraczek--Mr. Maraczek?!
If it weren't for you endearing letters
I'd be flying south with all the geese.
By the way, have you read,
War and Peace?
AMALIA: Good morning, Mr. Novak.
GEORG: Ah, congratulations Miss Balash. I see you're on time today.
AMALIA: So sorry to disappoint you.
GEORG: Oh, but I'm not disappointed, far from it. Let's just call it surprised.
ARPAD: They always argue. Why is that?
SIPOS: Well, it's a simple chemical reaction. You see, when two people like each other very much--
ARPAD: They like each other?
SIPOS: I think so.
ARPAD: They like each other very much? Well, don't you think we should tell them?
SIPOS: Arpad, my boy, they'd never believe us.
ARPAD: Oh, look! Winter.
GEORG: Dear friend,
Have you set your calendar for Tuesday,
When we bring this chapter to a close?
GEORG & AMALIA: When I meet my lady of the letters
Who puts tiny faces in her Os.
AMALIA: In the freezing weather of December
I'll be warmly waiting for our date.
Until then, count the hours --
Oh, I'm late for work! I'm late!