Don't make such a scene.

What's the disturbance?

We heard a lot of yelling.

I don't want a scene.

Maybe it'll drown out that static.

They're making a lot of noise downstairs.

Well, I couldn't stand that. I went down there and started a row.

Shut up, tramp!

This old house is haunted.

Fiddlefaddle and rot, sir.

She's raising a rumpus with that nurse of hers again.

If you make a scene, he'll tell the captain.

Brawling, vulgar, smelly, but alive.

The rest of the blanket. Wait, I'll get the clock. Oh, no!

We just don't want to yell on Sunday.

Who can sleep when you and Aunt Agda are making such a row?

That would be a little crowded. And a little noisy too, I expect.

We crashed only the very best parties.

Neighbours are a pain, though.

Rowdie, rowdie, let's get rowdie.

There were no committees, no uproar.

Noisy, crazy, sloppy, lazy loafers

What a country. I don't wonder they have revolutions.

Look, Mama, I guess you made a big mistake when you got yourself mixed up with us rowdy Texans.

What is going on here?

That's just what the world needs... Another bouncing baby Bolshevik.

I come to see the bishop... The place is a perfect pandemonium.

Sort of hangs on like a spirit haunting some place when the body's gone.

I heard that in this ater there usually haunts

They say the ol' place is haunted or bewitched or some such fiddlefaddle.

According to local superstition, Tore Gråvik haunts the place.

Sorry. I meant to say that Gråvik haunts in an unconventional manner.

Commissioner... Yes? Even in a haunted house, this isn't the best disguise.

If any of the more rowdier children questioned the authority of the parents, they were scolded.

He may not wake up at all. You barging in there won't help things any.

And it went like this R O W D I E, that's the way we spell rowdie.

And I just waited for the time that I could go off and read my books.

We take nerves that are noisy and active that should be quiet, and we put them to sleep with local anesthetics.

Or we might contact a poltergeist, which would be extremely destructive and noisy.

This was based on the experience of actually watching two people having a virulent argument in sign language, which produced no decibels to speak of, but affectively, psychologically, was a very loud experience.

Quiet! Quiet!

What was all that racket about?

That night was filled with shouts and threats.

Will you get off that one note.

Lot of fuss about nothing.