SCHÖN. He was, at any rate, not banal!
LULU. He is there, as if he had never been away. Only he walks as tho in his socks. He isn't angry with me; he's awfully sad. And then he is fearful, as tho he were there without the permission of the police. Otherwise, he feels at ease with us. Only he can't quite get over my having thrown away so much money since—
SCHÖN. You yearn for the whip once more?
LULU. Maybe. I don't dance any more.
SCHÖN. Teach him to do it.
LULU. A waste of trouble.
SCHÖN. Out of a hundred women, ninety educate their husbands to suit themselves.
LULU. He loves me.
SCHÖN. That's fatal, of course.
LULU. He loves me—