When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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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! |
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