SCHIGOLCH. She has boasted of me!
HUGENBERG. What is her father's name then?
SCHIGOLCH. What's he say?
RODRIGO. What her father's name is.
SCHIGOLCH. She never had one.
LULU. (Comes down from the gallery and sits again on Hugenberg's chair-arm.) What have I never had?
ALL THREE. A father.
LULU. Yes, sure—I'm a wonder-child. (To Hugenberg.) How are you getting along with your father?
RODRIGO. He smokes a respectable cigar, anyway, the police-captain.
SCHIGOLCH. Have you locked up upstairs?