Max:
I met her again. A little girl.
Countess Stein:
You mean, a little girl from then?
[Max nods]
Max:
[clears his throat]
I found her again. I found her again. And no one must touch her!
Countess Stein:
Who'd dream of touching her?
[Max gestures with his hands in objection]
Countess Stein:
Oh, Max, be careful. Before she could testify against you, you should file her away.
Max:
Oh. Oh, no.
Countess Stein:
But...
Max:
No. I love her.
Countess Stein:
[shakes her head]
What a madman.
Max:
She was my little girl.
[close to tears]
Max:
She was very young.
Countess Stein:
And now she's not.
Max:
Yes. Yes, she - she's exactly the same - as she was for me.
Countess Stein:
Oh, Max.
Max:
As she was then!
Countess Stein:
I've never seen you so much in love.
Max:
[chocking up]
I - I thought she was dead.
Countess Stein:
What a romantic story.
Max:
No. No, it's - not romantic.
Countess Stein:
No?
Max:
It's not romantic. It's a biblical story!
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