KLESHTCH. What shall I do?
BUBNOFF. Open the door into the hall.
KLESHTCH. All right. You're sitting on the bunk, I on the floor. You
change places with me, and I'll let you open the door. I have a cold
as it is.
BUBNOFF [_unconcernedly_] I don't care if you open the door--it's your
wife who's asking--