—Fright is better than life. Who wants to return to life?
—I don't.
—I don't. I'd rather croak here. I don't want to live.
—No one!
—Oh my! Oh my!
—Why does Man come here? He drinks little and just sits still. We don't want him.
—Let him go to his own house. He has a house of his own.
—Fifteen rooms.
—Don't touch him. He has no place to go to any more.
—He has fifteen rooms.