Oh! Oww! What's the matter, Cleo? What's the matter? Oh, I think I strained my shoulder...

Cleopatra: [faking that she has a pain in her left shoulder] Oh! Oww! Hans: [concerned, immediately goes to her] What's the matter, Cleo? What's the matter? Cleopatra: Oh, I think I strained my shoulder last night. Give it a rub, will you? Cleopatra: [pulls the left side of her blouse way down, exposing part of her back, her underarm, and part of her bosom] Farther. Cleopatra: [tries hard not to laugh; Hercules and the 2 Circus Workers can't keep from laughing] Farther down, down. Over, over. Cleopatra: [pretending she is getting turned on, by Hans enthusiastically massaging her] Oh, it's so good to be rubbed. Circus Worker: [and Another Circus Worker, holding out poker cards to Cleopatra, facetiously] Our cards, lady! Cleopatra: What for? Circus Worker: [and Another Circus Worker] A couple of rubbers from Berlin. [they all laugh] Hans: [very angry, in German] Ihr können nicht über meine Frau so sprechen! Ihr gehören auf die Strassen! Ihr niedrigen, dreckigen Schweinen! [You can't talk about my woman like that! You belong on the streets! You low-down, dirty pigs!] Hercules: [and the 2 Circus Workers, laughing hysterically] Ha, ha, ha!