A quarrel on Sunday morning? Shame on you, Carl!
CARL.
Mother, haven't you got a gulden for me?
MOTHER.
I haven't any money except for the housekeeping!
CARL.
Well, give me some of that then! I won't grumble if you make the pancakes thinner for the next two weeks. You have often done so before! I know that all right! When you were saving up for Clara's white dress, we didn't have anything decent to eat for a month. I shut my eyes, but I knew right well that a new hair ribbon or some other bit of finery was on the way. So let me get something out of it too, for once!
MOTHER.
You are absolutely shameless!