ALVA. Pour it out the window. (Lulu gets up on the chair and empties the bowl thru the sky-light.)
LULU. It looks as if the rain would let up at last.
SCHIGOLCH. Your wasting the time when the clerks go home after supper.
LULU. Would to God I were lying somewhere where no step would wake me any more!
ALVA. Would I were, too! Why prolong this life? Let's rather starve to death together this very evening in peace and concord! Is it not the last stage now?
LULU. Why don't you go out and get us something to eat? You've never earned a penny in your whole life!
ALVA. In this weather, when no one would kick a dog from his door?
LULU. But me! I, with the little blood I have left in my limbs, I am to stop your mouths!
ALVA. I don't touch a farthing of the money!
SCHIGOLCH. Let her go, just! I long for one more Christmas pudding; then I've had enough.