Character: Mami

Jeff - she said, - I am very sorry that you spoke. I like you, I like all of you, but in the world there is no man for whom I'd married, and never will be. You know what is in my eyes a man? It is grave. It is a sarcophagus for burial in it as steak, pork chops, liver and ham and eggs! That's what he is, and nothing more. Two years I see before me men who eat, eat and eat, so they turned to me in ruminant bipeds. The man is something sitting at the table with knife and fork in his hands. They etched in my mind. I tried to resist it but could not. I heard girls praise their suitors, but I do not understand. A man, a grinder and a cupboard for provisions cause in me the same feelings. I went once to a matinee to see the actor that all the girls went crazy. I sat and thought what he loves steak - rare, medium or well-done, and eggs in a pouch or hard-boiled? And nothing more. No, Jeff. I will never marry. Watch as he comes to lunch and eats, returning for lunch and eats is, finally, to the dinner and eat, eat, eat...