Wenn der weiße Flieder wieder blüht

Peter Schroeder:
I don't like you at all lately. Maybe you should go see a doctor and he could prescribe you something. You know, for strength. My mother always got malt extract.

Therese Forster:
I have seen a doctor.

Peter Schroeder:
What, you have seen a doctor? Why? Is something wrong?

Therese Forster:
No, it's nothing.

Peter Schroeder:
Come on, don't fool me. Something is wrong there. One does not go to see a doctor for no reason. Does anything hurt, Therese?

Therese Forster:
[pats his hand ] Don't worry. I am absolutely healthy.

Peter Schroeder:
[hurt] Alright, if you don't want to tell me, if you don't trust me, I can't force you. I thought I'm your friend.

Therese Forster:
But Peter... I didn't know you're so dumb. Why does a healthy woman go see a doctor?