Herr Schultz. Can I beleive what I see?
But this is too much to accept.
It's so rare... so costly... so luxurious...
If you brought me diamonds,
If you brought me pearls,
If you brought me roses
Like some other gents
Might bring to other girls,
It couldn't please me more
Than the gift I see;
A pineapple for me.
If in your emotion
You begin to sway
Went to get some air
Or grabbed a chair
To keep from fainting dead away,
It couldn't please me more
Than to see you cling
To the pineapple I bring.
Ah...
I can hear Hawaiian breezes blow
Ah...
It's from California
Even so.
How am I to thank you?
Kindly let it pass,
Would you like a slice?
That might be nice,
But frankly, it would give me gas.
Then we shall leave it here,
Not ot eat, but see:
A pineapple...
For me.
From me.
Ah...
But you must not bring me any more pineapples.
Do you hear? It is not proper.
It is a gift a young man would bring to his lady-love.
it makes me blush.
But there is no-one... no-one in all of Berlin who is
more deserving.
If I could, I would fill your entire room with pineapples!
A pineapples
For you,
From you.
Ah...
Ah...
I think I will lie down for a few moments. My head is
spinning!
Fraulein Schneider... good evening.
Good evening, Herr Schultz.
(Opens her bedroom door, turns to Schultz.)
I am... overwhelmed!
(She goes in and closes the door.)