Sigrid Drusse: I have been admitted to the neurosurgical ward. It is very difficult to get a place there.
Sigrid Drusse: [to Bulder] I am still upset about the fuss you made in May 1968.
Hansen: What was that fuss in May 1968? Eh, Bulder? The youth revolution?
Sigrid Drusse: You might call it that.
Bulder: I left home.
Bulder: Well, I was 28, Mummy.
Sigrid Drusse: You never said a word about not liking living at home. You really hurt me.
Bulder: [pleadingly] But... I did move back again a week later!