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Maia.
Have you ever been ill yourself, Mr. Ulfheim.
Ulfheim.
Never. If I had, I shouldn't be here.—But my nearest friends—they have been ill, poor things.
Maia.
And what did you do for your nearest friends?
Ulfheim.
Shot them, of course.
Professor Rubek.
[Looking at him.] Shot them?
Maia.
[Moving her chair back.] Shot them dead?
Ulfheim.
[Nods.] I never miss, madam.
Maia.
But how can you possibly shoot people!
Ulfheim.
I am not speaking of people
Maia.
You said your nearest friends
Ulfheim.
Well, who should they be but my dogs?
