Martha Page #2

And Edgar doesn't even notice it.

But that's...

Dishonest? Okay, so it's dishonest.

But it's more peaceful, | and you need fewer tranquilizers.

And...

the divorce?

Not acute anymore.

So much has happened recently. | So much has changed.

Who's that?

Dr. Salomon. You must know him.

-He's proposed to Ilse. | -And Ilse?

She accepted, of course. | She'd be dumb not to.

Hello, my dears. I can't stay.

You'll have to excuse me. | Something's come up.

-Meister asked me again to marry him. | -And?

I...

It's mother, you know. She needs me.

You turned him down?

Pretty dumb of you. He's a good catch.

-He's marrying Erna now. | -Erna?

Erna von Scratch, the girl I work with.

That was inevitable, I suppose. Interesting.

I didn't know it was so late. | I must be off.

Edgar's waiting. He gets so impatient.

See you some other time.

Mother.

Has our little madam come home at last?

Sorry. I should have phoned.

Get up!

Since when do you drink?

You never used to.

Stupid b*tch! | I've been drinking for 20 years.

20 years. Do you hear?

You must eat something.

Have you seen the doctor?

That stupid idiot? He has no idea.

I'm in good health, he says.

Just my nerves, he says. | My nerves are on edge.

No. The swine.

-Mother. | -No one takes him seriously.

-He prescribed Valium. | -There you are.

He did prescribe something.

I'm not taking orders from you! | Under any circumstances.

What's this?

That? My husband.

-I can do what I like with it. | -Of course, mother.

By the way, Meister asked me again | to marry him.

-And? | -I said "no", of course.

Stop laughing!

Stop laughing at once!

I'll laugh as long as I like. | I'll drink when I like...

I'll do as I like, as I like...

You're a horrible old spinster. | You revolt me.

Who's talking of dying, | particularly at a wedding?

One thinks of living, Mrs. Heyer, | of vitality, children...

-Do you want to have children? | -Hans doesn't.

Ilse! I never said I don't want children.

I'm just afraid of raising them.

Everything becomes such a problem | nowadays.

I'm sorry, but children need love | and a firm hand, that's all.

That's what I say. Adults just | have to pass on their experience...

and not leave it all to the state.

To quote Goethe:

One could give birth to properly | brought up children...

if the parents were properly brought up.

Hear, hear. All this talk of freedom. | Life's not free.

That's all very true | and we were all brought up strictly...

and it didn't harm us. Nevertheless...

No "nevertheless". | Don't be fooled by newfangled ideas.

Moral laws are not a matter of fashion.

You shake your head, Martha? | You disagree?

Me? No, on the contrary. | I agree entirely.

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