[at the Viennese fairgrounds]

I never come here in the season. It's more pleasant in the winter. I don't know why.

It's perhaps because you prefer to imagine how it will be in the Spring because if it is Spring, then there's nothing to imagine, nothing to wish for.

Is there anything about me you don't know?

A few things. For instance. I don't know if one day, they'll make a wax figure of you and put you in there because you'll be so famous.

Well, if they do, will you pay your penny to come in and see me?

If you'll come alive.