CHAMBERMAID: Come on, now, tell me why you had to leave so soon, anyway. [SOLDIER laughs stupidly, in embarrassment.] It was so lovely there. I'm crazy about dancing. [SOLDIER grabs her around the waist. She does not protest.] We're not dancing anymore. What are you holding me so tight for?
SOLDIER: What's your name? Kathi?
CHAMBERMAID: You've always got a Kathi on the brain.
SOLDIER: Oh I know what it is . . . Marie.
CHAMBERMAID: Lordy, it's dark here. It kinda scares me.
SOLDIER: You needn't be scared when you're with me. Thank God I'm the man I am!
CHAMBERMAID: But where are we heading for, anyway? There ain't a soul here. Please, let's go on back! Lord, it's dark!
SOLDIER: [Drawing on his cigar so that the end glows red.] It's gettin' lighter now. Ha ha! Oh you sweetie, you!
CHAMBERMAID: Hey, what are you doin'? If I'd a known--!
SOLDIER: I'll be damned if there was a plumper piece of goods in the dance-hall than you, Miss Marie.
CHAMBERMAID: Did you try 'em all out?
SOLDIER: Oh you can find out plenty just dancing. And how! Crikey!
CHAMBERMAID: But you did dance more with that crooked-faced blonde than you did with me.
SOLDIER: She's an old friend of an old friend of mine.
CHAMBERMAID: That corporal with the turned-up moustache!
SOLDIER: Oh no, the civilian, you know, the man who sat at the table with me at first, with the beery voice.
CHAMBERMAID: Oh sure, I know. That's a fresh feller, that is.
SOLDIER: Did he get fresh with you? Wait till I get at him. What did he do to you?
CHAMBERMAID: Oh nothing--I just saw how he was with the others.
SOLDIER: Listen, Miss Marie . . .
CHAMBERMAID: You'll burn me with that cigar.
SOLDIER: Beg your pardon--Miss Marie. Say, how about gettin' a little chummy, eh?
CHAMBERMAID: I don't know you very well yet . . .
SOLDIER: Hell, lots of people get chummy before they know each other.
CHAMBERMAID: Well, perhaps, next time when we . . . But Mr. Franz--
SOLDIER: So you've found out my name, have you?
CHAMBERMAID: But Mr. Franz--
SOLDIER: Leave off the Mister, Marie.
CHAMBERMAID: Say, don't be so fresh--what if somebody came!
SOLDIER: What if they did, you can't see a damn thing here.
CHAMBERMAID: For goodness sakes, what do you think you're doing, anyway?
SOLDIER: Look, there's two just like us.
CHAMBERMAID: Where? I don't see anything.
SOLDIER: There--in front of us.
CHAMBERMAID: What do you mean--"just like us"?
SOLDIER: Oh well, I mean, they like each other too.
CHAMBERMAID: Say, look out, will you? I almost fell.
SOLDIER: Oh, that's the fence, I guess.
CHAMBERMAID: If you keep on pushing like that I'll fall down.
SOLDIER: Ssshh, not so loud.
CHAMBERMAID: I'll scream if you don't look out-- See here, what are you doin'--say--
SOLDIER: There isn't a soul anywheres near.
CHAMBERMAID: Let's go on back where there are people.
SOLDIER: We don't need people, do we, baby, to . . . Ha ha.
CHAMBERMAID: But for God's sakes, Mr. Franz, honest-- if I'd a known-- Oh my God-- look out-- Oh--!
SOLDIER: [Blissfully.] Lord almighty! . . . Oh! . . .
CHAMBERMAID: . . . I can't see your face at all.
SOLDIER: Face, hell . . .
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SOLDIER: Look here, Marie, you can't just lay there on the grass all night.
CHAMBERMAID: Well, help me up then.
SOLDIER: Up you go, baby.
CHAMBERMAID: Oh my God, Franz.
SOLDIER: What's the matter now?
CHAMBERMAID: You're a bad lot, Franz.
SOLDIER: Sure, sure. Hey, wait a minute.
CHAMBERMAID: You're not going to leave me here!
SOLDIER: Let a fellow light a cigarette, can't you?
CHAMBERMAID: It's awful dark.
SOLDIER: It'll be light again tomorrow morning.
CHAMBERMAID: Say you like me a little, don't you?
SOLDIER: Lord, you must have felt I did, Marie!
CHAMBERMAID: Where are we going now?
SOLDIER: Back, of course.
CHAMBERMAID: Don't walk so fast!
SOLDIER: What's worrying you? I don't like walking in the dark.
CHAMBERMAID: Say, do you like me a little, Franz?
SOLDIER: I just told you I did, didn't I?
CHAMBERMAID: Come on, give me a kiss, huh?
SOLDIER: [Condescendingly.] There . . . Listen -- you can hear the music again.
CHAMBERMAID: I suppose you want to dance again?
SOLDIER: Sure, why not?
CHAMBERMAID: Well, you see, Franz, I've got to go home. They'll be sore at me already, my missus don't like me to go out at all, anyhow.
SOLDIER: Alright then, run along home.
CHAMBERMAID: I kinda thought you'd take me home, Mr. Franz.
SOLDIER: Take you home? Oh--
CHAMBERMAID: It's sorta lonesome goin' home all alone--
SOLDIER: Where do you live, anyway?
CHAMBERMAID: It ain't far at all--it's in Porzellan Street.
SOLDIER: That so? Well, that's pretty much on my way . . . but it's too early for me now . . . it's my night out, I don't have to be back at the barracks before twelve. I'm goin' to dance some more.
CHAMBERMAID: Oh I know you, now it's the pie-faced blonde's turn!
SOLDIER: Ha! She's not so damn pie-faced at that.
CHAMBERMAID: Oh God, men are awful. I bet you treat 'em all like this.
SOLDIER: All's a bit too much!
CHAMBERMAID: Please, Franz -- just for tonight -- stay with me, won't you--?
SOLDIER: Alright, alright. But I can have a few more dances, can't I?
CHAMBERMAID: I ain't goin' to dance with no one no more!
SOLDIER: Here we are already . . .
CHAMBERMAID: Where?
SOLDIER: Back at the dance-hall, of course! How quick we got back. They're still playing that . . . tadatara tadatara-- [Sings.] Well then, if you want to wait for me I'll take you home . . . if you don't . . . tootly-oo--
CHAMBERMAID: I'll wait for you. [They step into the dance hall.]
SOLDIER: Treat yourself to a glass of beer, Miss Marie. [Turning to a blonde girl who is just dancing with a youth, very politely.] May I have a dance, Miss?--
