Ficsur
Lots of money—but—it takes two to pull it off.
Liliom
[Meditatively.] Yes. [Uneasily.] All right, Ficsur. Go away—and come back later. [Ficsur vanishes. The organ in the distant carousel drones incessantly. Liliom listens a while, then goes to the door and calls.] Liliom Aunt Hollunder! [With naïve joy.] Julie's going to have a baby. [Then he goes to the window, jumps on the sofa, looks out. Suddenly, in a voice that overtops the droning of the organ, he shouts as if addressing the far-off carousel.] I'm going to be a father. Julie [Enters from the kitchen.] Liliom! What's the matter? What's happened? Liliom [Coming down from the sofa.] Nothing. [Throws himself on the sofa, buries his face in the cushion. Julie watches him a moment, comes over to him and covers him with a shawl. Then she goes
