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Marie
[Seriously.] He spits.
Julie
[With contempt.] He's nothing—nothing but a common porter.
Marie
What's Liliom?
Julie
[Indignantly.] Why speak of him? What has he to do with me?
Marie
The same as Wolf has to do with me. If you can talk to me like that about Wolf, I can talk to you about Liliom.
Julie
He's nothing to me. He put his arm around me in the carousel. I couldn't tell him not to put his arm around me after he had done it, could I?
Marie
I suppose you didn't like him to do it?
Julie
No.
Marie
Then why are you waiting for him? Why don't you go home?
