Einstein:

A consecrated silence prevails among us. To me it seems almost like a sinful desecration to interrupt it with some meaningless babble.

Marić:

Didn’t you want to tell us something scientific, my dear?

Habicht:

Well, if Einstein’s got nothing, Paul and I have something cobbled together according to your scheme.

Einstein:

At last, you miserable bum. And when are you going to bring me your dissertation? Don’t you know that I am one of the one-and-a-half fellows who would be interested in, or even enjoy, reading it through? I promise you four works for your one. Herr Boltzmann will be amazed.