SALESMAN
Eat? You mean these are regular bowls? You didn't tell me this guy was a competitor, Harry. How much do you make on this stuff? Say, what would you call yourself, anyway? Potterer? Bowl maker? You know, like I'm a salesman.
MOKSA
Artisan. You can see it on my face. Where is your face, Mr. Salesman?
SALESMAN
What did he mean by that, Harry? Say, did you bring me here so your buddies could get their kicks making fun of me?
(Moksa slips away through crowd)
SALESMAN
What do all these people want anyway?
HARILAL
(aside to Salesman)
Maybe we had better leave. He was not very pleased by the offer.
SALESMAN
Hey, where did he go? I wanted to ask him some more questions.
NATHURAM
He has gone begging. He is going to become my assistant, Mr. Darilal.
SALESMAN
Yea, let's get out of here, Harry. Can't say my heart'll break about his turning down the offer. You know something, Harry? These pals of yours. They're dangerous, you know what I mean Harry?
