LILIOM
When your son was born—when you brought him into the world——
MOTHER HOLLUNDER
Well?
LILIOM
Nothing.
MOTHER HOLLUNDER
[Muttering as she exits.] Sleep it off, you good-for-nothing lout. Drink and play cards all night long—that’s all you know how to do—and take the bread out of poor people’s mouths—you can do that, too. [She exits.]
LILIOM
Ficsur!