MARIE
[With grave concern.] Mister Liliom——
LILIOM
Don’t you pity me or I’ll give you a slap in the jaw. [To JULIE.] And don’t you pity me, either.
JULIE
[In alarm.] I don’t pity you, Mister Liliom.
LILIOM
You’re a liar, you are pitying me. I can see it in your face. You’re thinking, now that Madame Muskat has thrown him out, Liliom will have to go begging. Huh! Look at me. I’m big enough to get along without a Madame Muskat. I have been thrown out of better jobs than hers.
JULIE
What will you do now, Mister Liliom?