Liliom Page #4

- I'm going to stay.

- You've been warned.

Thank you very much.

Let's go.

So now you know all about me.

You heard them.

I'll take all your savings.

I don't have any money.

But if I had,

I'd give it all to you...

with all my heart.

- You'd give it to me?

- If you asked me to.

Do you love me?

No, Mr. Liliom.

I don't understand.

You're a strange girl.

I suppose so.

Good evening.

- You're not gonna put this one out?

- No, just every other one.

That's too bad.

So now...

it's just the two of us.

Aren't you afraid

here in the dark...

with a dangerous seducer of maids?

I'm not afraid, Mr. Liliom.

Perhaps not tonight...

but what about tomorrow?

Would you stay with me...

forever?

Assuming you love me, of course.

If I loved someone...

I wouldn't be afraid of anything.

Not even death.

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Don't you want any?

Yes, a little later.

That's what you say, but once

I turn my back, you don't touch it.

Another drop?

One has to keep one's strength up.

I know you've never been

the type to pack on the pounds.

But this is too much.

Really...

you're as skinny as a bird.

Someone has to be there to serve you

when you come home so late.

There's a knot in these laces.

Can you get it out?

In the beginning...

In the beginning...

you didn't spend

all your nights out.

I can't hang around here

all the time...

with that damn organ

blasting in our ears.

I'm exhausted...

and from doing nothing!

The same old story

from morning till night.

Your old aunt works, Julie works...

but you, you're still in bed!

What kind of work should I do?

I never learned a trade.

Work as a day laborer? Never.

You could have accepted

that caretaker position last week.

Room and free heat.

A caretaker.

Now that's what I call a job!

A caretaker! Who, me?

- You haven't taken a good look at me.

- Liliom is an artist at heart.

"An artist at heart."

In other words, a loafer.

Starting fights...

that's his best work.

How many times did you pick him up

at the police station last month?

They released him each time.

He was innocent.

They were wrong! They should

have kept him, and good riddance!

Old goat!

A little more coffee?

With three lumps of sugar.

First-class.

And now, a half cup

for my strange little girl.

- Is it all gone?

- The important thing is you liked it.

So that's it. It's all my fault.

I drank it all.

You're exhausted.

I'm to blame for that too.

I'm tired of your constant criticism.

- Enough of your martyred looks!

- Stop, you'll break it!

That takes the cake!

I think only of you, and all you can

say is, "Don't break the coffee pot."

Well, there! And the cup too!

- Those didn't belong to us.

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