You are in Koenigs room. You both sit beside each other, and you thought him some English so he can get better. You point at one line so he knows which line he should read.

"I-in the beningin."

Koenig says in a thick German accent, he clears his troath.

"In the beninging. Bening."

You let out a heavy sigth.

"It's beginning."

Koenig reads that line again. Almost laughing.

"In the beninging..."