Ulrika:
[to the Parson]
You vicious, evil potbelly!
Kyrkvärd:
Should you insult the Parson, Ulrika?
Ulrika:
You look out, I can also insult the Church Warden, even better!
Kyrkvärd:
You ought to wash out your mouth before you talk to the clergy.
Ulrika:
With the Parson's liquor, you mean, or with the Parson's waste-water.
Kyrkvärd:
You just shut up, you whore.
Ulrika:
Whore? You said, whore? Ya? Your whore, don't forget! Church Warden! If I'm a whore, you're a lecher. You remember when you came to me, your money in your dirty hands, to buy my services?
Kyrkvärd:
Ulrika.
Ulrika:
Then, you asked me to lie on my back a little while for you. How nicely you spoke then.
Danjel:
Ulrika, don't talk so.
Ulrika:
Only that, only that. God preaching lecher - is not denied communion in church, because *he's* friendly with the potbellied Parson! Who wallows in his own miserable flesh and fat and talk!
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