Så smider jeg da et nyt:
Pers. 1: No! I tell you no! I won't have you bringing some young girl in for supper! By candlelight, I suppose, in the cheap, erotic fashion of young men with cheap, erotic minds!
Pers. 2: Mother, please...!
Pers. 1: And then what, After supper? Music? Whispers?
Pers. 2: Mother, she's just a stranger. She's hungry, and it's raining!
Pers. 1: "Mother, she's just a stranger"! As if men don't desire strangers! As if... argh, I refuse to speak of disgusting things, because they disgust me! You understand, boy? Go on, go tell her she'll not be appeasing her ugly appetite with my food... or my son! Or do I have tell her because you don't have the guts! Huh, boy? You have the guts, boy?
Pers. 2: Shut up! Shut up!
Den burde ikke være så svær...
(Stavefejl etc. forbeholdt)