KARL
I told you, I'd come. What more do you want?
MIMI
I was downstairs in the lunch room and thought it all over. Dear Karl, don't be mean—don't get married.
KARL
But—Mimi!
MIMI
I never used to care, but now that I've seen those people I—I can't bear it. Don't get married!
[Cries.
KARL