[Marianne]
Are we not blessed?

[Paul]
Oversalted, that's the problem

[Marianne]
We should all feel blessed

[Leo]
All I feel is bloated

[Claudia]
All I feel is bloated

[Marianne]
Blessed with this, blessed with these
Blessed with carpets, cushions, flowers!
All this beauty that is ours!
All these books! All these polished leather books!
I don't mean to read, no, no, not to read
No, I mean the way it looks!

[Fritz]
Not that we want to be superficial

[Marianne]
I like things to shine
Shoot me, I like things to glow
Why can't I be free to like what I see and not what I know?
I'd like to live life, all my life, in this room
In this gorgeous goddamn room!
I don't mean in this room, but I mean in this room
With these textures and these surfaces
All this touchy-feely surfaces

Goodness me, how superficial
Well, what's wrong with superficial?
I want things to shine
Hit me, is that so bizarre?
I want things to gleam, to be what they seem, and not what they are!
Call me

[Leo]
Bourgeoir!

[Marianne]
Bourgeois, for God's sake
I don't to read between the lines
The lines are just fine
As long as they shine, give me what shines
Give me

[Leo]
Hold it! Eugh

[Marianne]
This