[Pulls the two women back by the shoulders and thrusts himself between them up to the spring.] First comes the men, then the women folks.
KLEINERT
There's space enough here for us all. Eh, father Bernd? Wish you a good meal.
BERND
Yes, yes. Only no meal's been brought for us to eat yet. We're waitin' for it—waitin' in vain.
GOLISCH
I … I … I'm wet enough to be wrung out! My tongue is lyin' in my mouth, dry as a piece o' charred wood.
OLD MRS. GOLISCH
Water!