Apologize? To who?
LILIOM
To this little pigeon. Well—are you going to do it?
MRS. MUSKAT
If you give me this whole park on a silver plate, and all the gold of the Rothschilds on top of it—I’d—I’d—— Let her dare to come into my carousel again and she’ll get thrown out so hard that she’ll see stars in daylight!
LILIOM
In that case, dear lady [takes off his cap with a flourish], you are respectfully requested to get out o’ here as fast as your legs will carry you—I never beat up a woman yet—except that Holzer woman who I sent to the hospital for three weeks—but—if you don’t get out o’ here this minute, and let this little squab be, I’ll give you the prettiest slap in the jaw you ever had in your life.
MRS. MUSKAT
Very good, my son. Now you can go to the devil. Good-bye. You’re discharged, and you needn’t try to come back, either. [She exits. It is beginning to grow dark.]