Kató and her Mom are packing the suitcases to leave for Budapest.
Mother: What’s your problem?
Daughter: Nothing! … I don’t want to go to
Pest! Why do I have to go to Pest when I hate going there?
Mother: Don’t talk! Who did ask you?
Daughter: Mother, you did ask me.
Mother: Don’t talk back!
Daughter: I don’t talk back.
Mother: Sure. And you won’t see that starveling horse-doctor.
Daughter: He’s not starveling.
Mother: You don’t have to answer.
Daughter: I don’t answer.
Mother: The young guard also will be in
. It wouldn’t be bad if you’d meet him. Budapest
Daughter: I hate that young guard…
Mother: Do you always have to say the last word?!Daughter: No, I don’t have to.