(Cut to Beethoven's living room. A model mynah bird is opening 
            and shutting its beak. Beethoven is sitting at the piano.)
            Beethoven: You don't fool me, you stupid mynah bird. I'm 
            not deaf yet. 
            Mynah: Just you wait... ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! (Beethoven 
            pulls a revolver and shoots the bird which falls to the ground) 
            Oh! Bugger... 
            Beethoven: Shut up! 
            Mynah: Right in the wing. 
            Beethoven: Shut your beak. Gott in Himreel... I never get 
            any peace here. 
            (He plays the first few notes of the fifth symphony, trying 
            vainly to get the last note. Mrs. Beethoven enters.) 
            Mrs. Beethoven: Ludwig! 
            Beethoven: What? 
            Mrs. Beethoven: Have you seen the sugar bowl? 
            Beethoven: No, I haven't seen the bloody sugar bowl. 
            Mrs. Beethoven: You know ... the sugar bowl. 
            Beethoven: Sod the sugar bowl... I'm trying to finish this 
            stinking tune! It's driving me spare ... so shut up! (she leaves; 
            he goes into opening bars of 'Washington Post March ) No, no, 
            no, no, no. 
            (Mrs. Beethoven comes back in.) 
            Mrs. Beethoven: Ludwig, have you seen the jam spoon? 
            Beethoven: Stuff the jam spoon! 
            Mrs. Beethoven: It was in the sugar bowl. 
            Beethoven: Look, get out you old rat-bag. Buzz off and 
            shut up. 
            Mrs. Beethoven: I don't know what you see in that piano.
            (she goes) 
            Beethoven: Leave me alone!! ... (gets the first eight 
            notes right at last) ... Ha! ha! ha! I've done it, I've done it!
            
            (Mrs. Beethoven comes in again.) 
            Mrs. Beethoven: Do you want peanut butter or sandwich 
            spread for your tea? 
            Beethoven: What!!!! 
            Mrs. Beethoven: PEANUT BUTTER... 
            Beethoven: I've forgotten it. (plays a few wrong notes) 
            I had it! I had it! 
            Mrs. Beethoven: Do you want peanut butter or sandwich 
            spread? 
            Beethoven: I don't care!! 
            Mrs. Beethoven Ooooh! I don't know. (she goes out) 
            Beethoven: I had it. I had it you old bag. (at the same 
            moment as he gets it right again, the door flies open and Mrs. 
            Beethoven charges in with a very load hoover) Mein lieber Gottll 
            What are you doing? (a terrible clanking and banging comes from 
            the wall) What's that! What's that! 
            Mrs. Beethoven: (still hoovering loudly) It's the 
            plumber! 
            (A jarring ring of the doorbell adds to the din.) 
            Beethoven: Gott in Himreel, I'm going out. 
            Mrs. Beethoven: Well, if you're going out don't forget 
            we've got the Mendelssohn's coming for tea so don't forget to order 
            some pikelets. 
            Beethoven: Pikelets, pikelets. Shakespeare never had this 
            trouble. 
            (Shakespeare washing up at a sink, present day).