You mustn't cry—it spoils your beauty.
MIMI
Oh, I'm a fool.
KARL
Now, you're talking sense.
MIMI
I've been a silly girl—but it's all over now. I'm sensible again. You are going to settle down and marry Elsa and be the most famous portrait painter in all Europe.
KARL
Mimi, child—don't speak of portraits. I feel at this moment as if I never wanted to hear the word portrait again. I'd like to run away from everything, Mimi. What do you say?