ALVA. Well, it could be painted over. ALVA. DR. GOLL. If I don't explain to this Caravacci every stroke of his brush— DR. GOLL. SCHÖN. Your fears are unfounded, I think.... SCHÖN. DR. GOLL. Next time, gentlemen! DR. GOLL. ALVA. The Brahmans are getting impatient. The daughters of Nirvana are shivering in their tights. ALVA. DR. GOLL. Damned enchantment! DR. GOLL. SCHÖN. They'll quarrel with us, if we don't bring you with us. SCHÖN. DR. GOLL. In five minutes I'll be back. (Stands down right, behind Schwarz and compares the picture with Lulu.) DR. GOLL. ALVA. (To Lulu.) Duty calls me, gracious lady! ALVA. DR. GOLL. (To Schwarz.) You must model it a bit more here. The hair is bad. You aren't paying enough attention to your business! DR. GOLL.
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