LULU. Eve.
SCHIGOLCH. Lept, hopped, skipped, jumped....
LULU. I'm listening.
SCHIGOLCH. (Gazing round.) This is the way I dreamt of it for you. You've aimed straight for it. (Seeing Lulu sprinkling herself with perfume.) What's that?
LULU. Heliotrope.
SCHIGOLCH. Does that smell better than you?
LULU. (Sprinkling him.) That needn't bother you any more.
SCHIGOLCH. Who would have dreamt of this royal luxury before!
LULU. When I think back—Ugh!
SCHIGOLCH. (Stroking her knee.) How's it going with you, then? You still keep at the French?