Tim. We are.
Juan. Then let’s march. Listen. (To Tim.) Will you come back for Carmen, or must we take her?
Tim. Carmen?
Juan. Yes, Carmen. Have you already forgotten that she is in there with Dolores?
Tim. It’s true.
Juan. What a head! Ha, ha! And you say that I——? He forgets his own daughter! It would have been easy for me to forget my Lazarus. What a fellow you are! What a fellow you are! Away with you for a pair of wooden-heads! (Laughing.)
Tim. You gay young dog, lead us on to glory and to pleasure!
Juan. I shall lead you on to the cemetery if you annoy me any more. However, what do you decide? Will you come back to fetch Carmen?
Tim. I shall have to come back to carry you home.
Juan. You carry me? You’d never be able to carry any one.