Character: Peter Groll

- How did you get here?
- Through the door. But could not get out.

- You are a star of the theatre, miss Kester. Always and everywhere men fall to your feet. And when some engineer did not succumb to your charms, you played in front of him very innocent with a heart of gold. And I, the fool, fell for it. God, how I was fool!
- You were not a fool then. You are now the fool.

- You are an angel.
- I'm no angel. But not hell, as you thought yesterday. I'm just a woman.

- You are knocked and said Hello. Or here made contact with the ladies?
- Only thieves mopeds.

- Like women, fraught with adventure, and... danger.
Yeah.
- You know, there is something... alluring.
- I care about it.
- You have no imagination.
- Middle of the night?! Of course not.

- Sie ist feine Dame!
- Keine Dame.
- She is a beautiful lady!
No not a lady.