Groucho, with his movies trailing

"Well, he makes an awful racket, doesn't he?"

Flora whispers despite the obvious need not to, but Addam answers at his standard volume, strayed from pensive mood: "I think we've just got fairly different concepts of what an acceptable 'racket' means, in one's own house. After all, out of battle, he's always been the quiet type."

"You're sure?" Flora squints one eye. "Then how ever did he get any writing done before?"

From the other room, a continued stream of...noise...drifts: "It was- no, I was-- No, there was. There is?"

Addam grins. "And he's only just getting started."