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Julie
I'm not saying anything.
Liliom
But it's all on the tip of your tongue—I know you—now don't start or you'll get another. [He paces angrily up and down. They are all a bit afraid of him, and shrink and look away as he passes them. Ficsur shambles from place to place, his eyes cast down as if he were searching for something on the floor.]
Mrs. Muskat
[Suddenly, to Ficsur.] You're always dragging him out to play cards and drink with you. I'll have you locked up, I will.
Ficsur
I don't want to talk to you. You're too common. [He goes out by the door at back and lingers there in plain view. There is a pause.]
Julie
Mrs. Muskat is here.
Liliom
Well, why doesn't she open her mouth, if she has anything to say?
