John. That’s what I learned and that’s what I am. But just keep your nerve and don’t play the fine lady. We’ve got into a mess and we’ve got to get out of it. Look here, my girl. Come here, I’ll give you an extra glass, my dear. [He opens the sideboard, takes out the bottle of wine and fills two of the dirty glasses.]
Julie. Where did you get the wine from?
John. The cellar.
Julie. My father’s Burgundy!
John. Is it too good for his son-in-law? I don’t think!
Julie. And I’ve been drinking beer!
John. That only shows that you’ve got worse taste than me.
Julie. Thief!
John. Want to blab?
Julie. Oh, oh! the accomplice of a house-thief. I drank too much last night and I did things in my dream. Midsummer Night, the feast of innocent joys John. Innocent! Hm!