Antonia III: Have you seen that box of chocolate cremes and caramels I was given by Mother for Christmas, dearest?
de Latte: (With a consoling tone) My, love, please. . .
Antonia III: You snake! (Reaches for the nearest priceless vase and hurls it in de Latte's direction).
de Latte: (Taken aback) No schnooky-schnooky?
Antonia III: Or you've been to the chocolatier to replace the candies you purloined while my back was turned. Mother always warned me about Frenchmen and sweets. But did I listen to her? Now get out! I have my flute to practice.
de Latte: (Taking two pinches of snuff and inhaling them deeply) Yes, my love, and (pausing mid-sentence). . . ah, ah, ah-CHOO!!! Oh, my! (Blinks watering eyes several times) Good Lord! Nothing like a sneeze of that tremendous magnitude to clear a man's head when he's. . .
Antonia III: (Interrupting over her shoulder as she assembles her instrument) And invade Stollen at once! Do you hear? At once! Or haven't I made myself clear? (Picks up an atomizer of cologne from her dressing table, turns, winds up, and throws it hard at de Latte).
Antonia III: (Muttering to herself) A general he says? Tactical dilettante is more like it! My left foot could move troops around the battlefield more efficiently. Now, where did I leave that Vivaldi sheet music?