A Woman Is a Woman Page #2

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We'll see.

What'd the Lido guy say?

I didn't go.

That's stupid, Angela.

The Lido's important.

It beats the Zodiac.

Why are you so crueI?

What did I do?

That's just it.

Just what?

Speak to me in another tone.

What kind of tone?

A quieter tone.

You'll break my eardrums.

I speak quietly and it suits me fine.

Not at all.

- I don't speak quietly?

- "I don't speak quietly?"

You can't even pronounce your R's.

Yes, I can.

Pathetic.

Why is it always women who suffer?

Women are the cause of all suffering.

Or "woman is the cause... "

Either form is correct.

"Are said to be"

or "is said to be. "

Cut the baloney

or I'll give you a knuckle sandwich

and you'll be eating humble pie.

You took the morning paper?

I despise you.

Here, you commie.

Drop it, Angela!

There she goes.

I don't know whether to laugh

or cry.

I find a crying woman ugly.

I don't.

On the contrary.

That's what Agnes said.

Nothing's more beautifuI

than a woman in tears.

We should boycott

women who don't cry.

Modern women are stupid...

when they try to elim...

That isn't it.

A woman who can't cry is stupid.

These modern women

who try to imitate men.

I'm fed up with all of you.

Manage on your own.

All of us?

Do your own cooking.

All of us?

Meaning?

- You're not the only man on earth.

- Meaning what?

- I want a baby.

We have time.

I mean, honestly.

Really. Sincerely.

What?

- That's right.

I want a baby in the next 24 hours.

You're incredible.

Look at AnquetiI, the cycling champ.

Every time his wife came to visit,

he'd fall behind.

I have to be in shape Sunday.

In that case, I'm leaving.

"In that case, I'm leaving. "

- I am.

- "I am. "

You think I'm crazy. I'm not.

"You think I'm crazy. I'm not. "

I'm going home to Copenhagen.

"I'm going home to Copenhagen. "

Okay, I'll do what you want.

"Okay, I'll do what you want. "

- I want a baby.

- I -

I don't see why, all of a sudden.

Because, right away.

I'm saying it

since I thought you loved me.

But since you don't,

it's quite simple.

I'll just ask the first guy I meet.

- I bet you won't.

- I bet I will.

Then go ahead.

It'll do you good.

Police.

A terrorist just threw a bomb nearby.

Can we look around?

You read the communist paper?

Nice work. Keep it up.

I knew you wouldn't dare ask anybody.

How about those soft-boiled eggs?

How about a baby?

Anybody.

I'll call Alfred.

Shall I get him?

You make me sick.

- Coward.

- All right.

I'll get him.

EMILE TAKES ANGELA AT HER WORD

BECAUSE HE LOVES HER

ANGELA FALLS INTO THE TRAP

BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM

You heard me.

Is Alfred there?

Come up.

What for?

Just come up.

Well?

What'd you tell him?

- That I want a baby.

- You jerk.

- I said, come up.

- And the lightbulbs?

- I forgot.

- Jerk.

- There are limits.

- What's that mean?

It means what it means.

Don't avoid the issue.

What limits?

I'm acting just like you.

Women have a right

to dodge issues, Mr. Emile.

Men don't.

- By what right?

- Because.

Say something nice.

Leave me alone.

- Please.

- Me too, please.

IT'S BECAUSE THEY'RE IN LOVE

THAT EVERYTHING WILL GO WRONG

FOR ANGELA AND EMILE,

WHO MISTAKENLY BELIEVE

THEY CAN GO TOO FAR

BECAUSE OF THEIR MUTUAL

AND UNDYING LOVE

- What's the matter?

- Emile has something to tell you.

Not me. Angela does.

No, Emile does.

Not me. Emile does.

Absolutely not.

Absolutely not.

What?

Emile does.

Make up your minds.

Breathless is on TV tonight.

- Well, Angela?

- Well, Emile?

Well, Angela-Emile?

Will you sire a child

for the lady present?

Is this a tragedy or a comedy?

With women you never know.

- Come into the bathroom with me?

- May I?

If you mind, say so.

- No, I'm delighted.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know.

Want me to stay?

Want me to go?

You always say yes. It's dumb.

Jesus told Matthew, "Get off the trolley

and pump up my tires. "

She's pulling your leg.

Well, I'm going to eat at Chez MarceI.

Me, too. So long, Angela.

Wait for me.

No, you bug us.

Get lost, you stupid bastards!

And me?

What am I?

Aren't you two gone yet?

Are you going with him or me?

Yes, men are just

as curious as women.

With whoever does

the most extraordinary thing.

- Well?

- It's nothing but bad theater.

You're both mean.

Never trifle with love.

- By distrusting women.

- We're splitting.

I love you.

What did you say, Angela?

I don't love you.

- Okay, Angela, that's peachy.

- Peachy and cream.

"Farewell, Camille.

Return to your convent.

All men are Iying, fickle, false,

garrulous, hypocriticaI and arrogant.

In love, we are often betrayed,

often hurt,

and often unhappy.

But we love.

And on the brink of the grave

we turn to look back and we say,

'I have often suffered,

I have sometimes been mistaken,

but I have loved.

I have lived my life

and not some substitute

forged out of my pride

and world-weariness. "'

"She exits. "

LOVELY BREASTS:

Be right back.

Why do men always leave

saying "Be right back"?

They're cowards.

It makes up for all women being ugly.

In that case, I'll sulk.

There, she's sulking.

I hope you realize I'm sulking.

I'm ignoring it on purpose.

Then there's no reason to sulk.

I'm not sulking,

so that you'll stop sulking.

Men always have the last word.

Women always act like victims.

In that case, I refuse to sulk.

Then I'll sulk.

- What do we do?

- Whatever you like.

I'll join you at the Zodiac.

If we do it, I must see you naked.

Right?

- Right.

Why? We can meet you later

at the Neptuna.

Vera Cruz is showing.

- With your paI Burt Lancaster.

To the Zodiac.

Off with your clothes.

Where do we sit?

Cheri-Bibi.

With Cheri-Bibi

you're about to discover

all the savage sensual delights

of the Amazon.

Disgusting!

- It's your friend's fault.

- Lousy music.

- When do you go on?

- In 15 minutes.

Look at Angela.

- Come here often?

- Not often.

Are you enjoying the show?

She's milk chocolate.

That's coloniaI diplomacy.

You make me sick!

In comedy,

as in tragedy, late in Act Three,

the heroine hesitates.

Her Fate is in the balance.

It's what old Corneille

and young Moliere call

suspense... ion.

You prefer me in pajamas

or an overnight-gown, my darling?

Pajamas.

I'll wear my overnight-gown.

It's more practicaI.

It's more practicaI.

What have you done now?

What did I do now?

The soap's all mushy.

No, it isn't.

- Yes, it is.

- No, it isn't.

I said it's...

Besides...

Next time, I think...

You agree?

- I agree, darling, but I think...

You idiot.

I'm not speaking to you.

I'm not speaking to you either.

We're not speaking?

We're not speaking.

My fanny's cold.

Go to sleep.

I have a cold fanny.

We're not speaking.

MONSTER:

EVA-CUATE YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE

EXECUTIONER:

PERUVIAN MUMMY:

CON ARTIS:

SARDINE:

ALL WOMEN:

TO THE FIRING SQUAD

What is it?

I can't hear a thing.

- What is it?

- Call for you.

Coming.

There's a trembling in my heart

And my hands are shaky

No one could possibly be

more unhappy than me

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