SCHWARZ. What does she do, then?
SCHÖN. You have married half a million!
SCHWARZ. (Rises; beside himself.) She—?
SCHÖN. (Takes him by the shoulder.) No, that's not the way! (Forces him to sit.) We must speak with each other very seriously here.
SCHWARZ. What does she do?
SCHÖN. First count on your fingers what you have to thank her for, and then—
SCHWARZ. What does she do—man!!
SCHÖN. And then make yourself responsible for your faults, and no one else.
SCHWARZ. With whom? With whom?
SCHÖN. If we should shoot each other—