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deliver the goods anymore.

-Well, then we'll just go to Moldenhauer.

Oh, I... -You're ultimately not the

only baker in the world.

Oh, Mrs. Headmaster, that's just a joke.

-Do you want me not to enjoy your

triple buns?

-I say! My triple buns? Madam...

Mr. Schladebach, today is a holiday.

I told you once. Come back tomorrow.

But tomorrow, Mrs. Headmaster, is also a

holiday. Here it's always a holiday.

Goodbye, Mr. Schladebach. See you tomorrow.

-But, Mrs. Headmaster... -I assume you

will give me the pleasure of a visit...

-Yes, naturally, but can't you give me

just a little bit?

-Goodbye, Mr. Schladebach.

Look, Olga, can you see to it that these

people with the endless bills don't

get in the way of the professor. Where

is Fritz? -I've gone to the young man's

room three times, but... -And?

-...the young man doesn't want coffee.

He'd rather have two Aspirin.

Don't you want to finally get ready?

-If it could be avoided in any way, no.

Your father will be back from church any

minute, so kindly hurry up.

Don't you have some pickled

herring or a small light beer?

Do you have to go there every night? -What

am I supposed to do? One can go crazy here.

Luckily, the semester begins soon.

Golly! It's very beneficial.

-Very easy. Just a little change.

If my old man ever finds out about your

deficit balance, then I wouldn't want to

be my stepmother.

-Don't get fresh!

Oh, don't be like that.

-If I got into debt because of you...

Because of me? That's rich. But if you

are, you can give me a hundred marks, huh?

I just gave you 30 marks last Sunday.

You're not considering my last

payment of 14 days ago.

It totally slipped my mind, my

most expensive Klytaimestra.

But you were so kind to cash it and to

disperse it so carefully.

So, God rest his soul!

-How am I going to manage all this, Fritz?

That's your problem. I don't care.

If only you could educe as much energy

for your teacher exams.

Don't start with private matters. I don't

care about yours. Don't care about mine.

What's that supposed to mean?

-That means that the blindness of my

father is starting to give me

a mild case of the creeps.

I don't understand you. -All the

better. Anyway, I might be mistaken.

Perhaps the lady was just

wearing your hat.

The gentleman was definitely

Assessor Mollwein.

Rascal! -See, now you're becoming

the cruel mother again.

When the warriors have grouped themselves

in a painterly fashion on both sides of

the stage, then the Bengali

lights will be lit.

In the orchestra, a quiet thrum will

resonate. A sort of tr-tr-tremolo.

The Genius of Joy come onto the

stage in festive tunics, and

there follows a truly noisy finale,

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