:44:02
I can't see anything.
:44:07
I can't see anything.
:44:12
One should see it,
grab it with one's fists.
:44:16
What's the matter, Franz?
Your brain is raging.
:44:19
Many folks go through this lane.
:44:22
You talk with whom you want.
What does it matter to me.
:44:27
There... there he stood?
:44:35
Like this with you?
:44:38
I wish it had been me.
:44:40
I can't keep people
from the street and...
:44:43
...keep them from
bringing their mouths.
:44:46
And not leaving their lips at home.
:44:49
Such a shame,
they're so beautiful...
:44:52
...but wasps like
to settle on them.
:44:58
What kind of wasp
has stung you?
:45:01
A sin, so thick and broad.
It stinks so badly...
:45:06
...you could smoke out the
little angels from heaven.
:45:15
You have a red mouth, Marie...
:45:19
...and no blister on it.
:45:21
- Franz, you are talking in a fever!
- I saw him.
:45:24
Two good eyes see
a lot in sunshine.
:45:27
Did he stand there?
Like this? Like this?
:45:30
As the world is...
:45:33
...many people can
stand in one place.
:45:35
Dare touch me, Franz!
:45:36
I'd rather have a knife in my
body than your hand on mine.
:45:53
No...
:45:57
...something must be on her.