LULU. (Sadly.) I don't dance any more.
SCHIGOLCH. For him it was time, too.
SCHIGOLCH. Speak how it is with you, child! I believed in you when there was no more to be seen in you than your two big eyes. What are you now?
LULU. A beast....
SCHIGOLCH. That you—! And what kind of a beast? A fine beast! An elegant beast! A glorified beast! Then I'll let them bury me. We're through with prejudices—even with the one against the corpse-washer.
LULU. You needn't be afraid that you will be washed once more.
SCHIGOLCH. Doesn't matter, either. One gets dirty again.
LULU. (Sprinkling him.) It would call you back to life again!
SCHIGOLCH. We are mud.