“You're under arrest, aren't you.” “But how can I be under arrest? And how come it's like this?” “Now you're starting again,” said the policeman, dipping a piece of buttered bread in the honeypot. “We don't answer questions like that.” “You will have to answer them,” said K. “Here are my identification papers, now show me yours and I certainly want to see the arrest warrant.” “Oh, my God!” said the policeman. “In a position like yours, and you think you can start giving orders, do you? It won't do you any good to get us on the wrong side, even if you think it will - we're probably more on your side that anyone else you know!” “That's true, you know, you'd better believe it,” said Franz, holding a cup of coffee in his hand which he did not lift to his mouth but looked at K.