Liliom
In that case, dear lady [takes off his cap with a flourish], you are respectfully requested to get out o' here as fast as your legs will carry you—I never beat up a woman yet—except that Holzer woman who I sent to the hospital for three weeks—but—if you don't get out o' here this minute, and let this little squab be, I'll give you the prettiest slap in the jaw you ever had in your life.
Mrs. Muskat
Very good, my son. Now you can go to the devil. Good-bye. You're discharged, and you needn't try to come back, either. [She exits. It is beginning to grow dark.]
Marie
[With grave concern.] Mister Liliom
Liliom
Don't you pity me or I'll give you a slap in the jaw. [To Julie.] And don't you pity me, either.
Julie
[In alarm.] I don't pity you, Mister Liliom.
Liliom
You're a liar, you are pitying me. I can see it in your face. You're thinking, now that Madame Muskat has thrown him out, Liliom will have to go
