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[Seriously.] He spits.

[With contempt.] He's nothing—nothing but a common porter.

What's Liliom?

[Indignantly.] Why speak of him? What has he to do with me?

The same as Wolf has to do with me. If you can talk to me like that about Wolf, I can talk to you about Liliom.

He's nothing to me. He put his arm around me in the carousel. I couldn't tell him not to put his arm around me after he had done it, could I?

I suppose you didn't like him to do it?

No.

Then why are you waiting for him? Why don't you go home?