ALVA. Well, what's hindering you?
DR. GOLL. I can't. I can't do it.
ALVA. We're going to Peter's, after it. There you can express your admiration.
DR. GOLL. Don't press it on me, please.
ALVA. You'll see the tame monkey, the two Brahmans, the little girls....
DR. GOLL. For heaven's sake, just keep away from me with your little girls!
LULU. Reserve one of the proscenium boxes for us on Monday, Mr. Alva.
ALVA. How could you doubt that I would, dear lady!
DR. GOLL. When I come back the whole picture will be spoilt on me.
ALVA. Well, it could be painted over.