A Woman Is a Woman Page #3

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Who's calling?

I'm calling.

Why "no kidding"?

Nothing. Just "no kidding. "

No, I don't forgive you.

Yes, I forgive him.

What?

Why...

When I begged you for a baby.

I went... brrr.

I just remembered...

you piss me off!

- Something wrong, Mr. Recamier?

- She can go fry an egg.

My face looks just awful

but I have a cute...

- Now what?

- Phone.

Coming.

Hi, Alfred. Just a second.

I'm listening.

Well...

something important came up.

Yes, last night.

Last night.

What "no kidding"?

Nothing. I said "No kidding. "

Not right now.

Because.

Not right now.

In a half hour at Chez MarceI.

In a half hour at Chez MarceI.

What?

I said okay.

Don't you understand French?

How are you?

How's Jules and Jim coming along?

Moderato.

Hey, Suzanne, you okay?

No, I wanted to see you.

What're you reading?

Shoot the Piano Player?

I saw the movie.

Aznavour is fabulous.

The factory gave me the sack.

For handing out tracts.

That why you called last night?

Think I could temp at the Zodiac?

Can't the Party help?

They kicked me out, too.

No kidding?

I always got up too late

to sell the Sunday paper.

How much does stripe-ties pay?

- Striptease.

Stripe-ties.

It's American, not English.

- Really?

- I'm telling you.

You don't mind undressing for men?

No, I despise humanity.

So do I.

- What's the pay?

- Thirty francs a day.

Think I can try it out?

Talk to Luciano,

or else Bianchini.

He wants girls for Marseilles.

My girlfriend Lola went to Marseilles.

She ended up in Buenos Aires.

In that case, try Luciano.

Damn, I forgot to tell you.

Emile just asked me to spy on you.

- What for?

- I dunno.

In case you see Alfred.

- Didn't you break up?

- I'm sorry we did.

- He had nice shoulders.

- I love Emile's knees.

- What good are knees?

- Knees squeeze.

Mr. Luciano.

- What's he looking at?

- The girls from the pool.

Good luck.

- See you.

I'm late.

Hi, Angela.

Been here long?

No, 27 years.

What'll you have?

A Dubonnet.

What shall we talk about?

Dunno.

I'm scared.

So am I.

I'm scared.

Did my call today surprise you?

I wonder.

Were you glad?

I wonder.

What'll we talk about?

I don't know.

I'm thinking.

In the morning paper...

there was a funny article.

What?

A girI's in love with two guys

at the same time.

She sends them express letters,

arranging to meet them,

the first at Gare du Nord,

and the other, two hours later,

in southern Paris.

She sends them off.

And just as they go off...

she realizes she mixed up

the envelopes.

The letter which starts

"PauI darling"

is in the envelope to Pierre,

and vice versa.

So she's in a panic.

She rushes to the first guy's place.

The letter hasn't arrived yet.

So she says, "Darling,

you'll get an express letter.

Don't believe what's in it. "

So she has to explain everything.

In the end,

he throws her out

when he learns she's got another guy.

So she thinks,

"I've lost one,

but I still have the other one. "

She rushes across town

to see the second guy.

But he's received her letter.

The guy doesn't seem at all upset.

On the contrary.

She says, "You're so sweet.

You forgive me. "

He's surprised but keeps quiet.

She tells him the story,

thinking he wants

to humiliate her first.

Then, suddenly,

he throws her out, too,

as he shows her his letter.

And she realizes

she hadn't mixed up the envelopes.

And then?

Nothing.

She was a bit like you.

Me? Not on your life.

I don't mean the story.

But... I dunno...

the personality.

Always getting things wrong.

No kidding.

Why're you looking at me that way?

Because I love you.

Come off it.

I do.

I didn't sleep last night.

I realized that.

- All by yourself?

- Of course.

It's not true.

Does that bother you?

That it's not true?

I don't know.

Yes, it's true.

I don't know what's true or not.

I always get things wrong.

But there's no way of knowing.

For example, tell me a lie.

- It's raining.

- And now the truth.

The sun's out.

What's wrong?

Your expression didn't change.

So what?

But the truth

should look different from a lie.

What of it?

You just need to know.

You know.

But others don't have to believe you.

And that's too bad.

It means every man for himself.

People always manage somehow.

That's just it. It's sad.

Why don't you believe I love you?

Because I want to be sure.

So do I.

You're not even sure?

About me, yes. But not you.

Then everything's okay.

- No, it's not.

- But for me it doesn't matter

whether I love you or not.

Have pity on two blind men.

Not with me, you don't.

Oops, sorry.

It's these dark glasses.

You can't see a thing.

I never saw them before.

We were informers together.

The one in blue is Albert.

I like him.

He came up with a neat stunt.

He wrote to pregnant women saying,

"Send me 10 francs,

and I'll predict your child's sex.

If I'm wrong, I'll refund your money. "

He was right half the time, obviously.

It's a great scheme.

I think it's disgusting.

It's not dishonest.

Half the time he was wrong.

So he refunded their money.

But even so.

What I find disgusting

is being with one guy

and thinking of another.

If you don't know

what you're saying, keep quiet,

Mr. Alfred.

I know what I'm saying:

You're thinking of Emile.

That's just it, no.

How can I convince you

that I love you?

Got any change?

Wanna hear a record?

Which one?

"Itsy-Bitsy Bikini"?

- No. Charles.

- Aznavour?

Look at this photo.

What's this photo?

A photo.

It's funny, when I look at you

While not a single word is said

I know I had a drink or two

But that's not what's gone to my head

I laugh and I recall our youth

Perhaps you'll say that I'm uncouth

But it's high time you knew the truth

About the way you make me feel

And what the future holds in store

For I can't stand it anymore

Why should I even try and hide

Whatever I may feel inside

You lie, you curse and you provoke

And then you treat it as a joke

You know at times you go too far

Even in front of all my friends

How could we hope to make amends

You know that you've let yourself go

You look a sight, you look great

Your stocking seams not even straight

That old faded dressing gown

Your hair in curls hanging down

What could I have been thinking of

Was it with you I fell in love

Are you the girl that could inspire

A heart with passion and desire

I gaze at you in sheer despair

And see your mother standing there

In front of strangers you're the same

You don't mind putting me to shame

You contradict each word I say

Why, you would turn night into day

You like to hurt me when you can

I'm just a rag and not your man

I hit the jackpot, yes, I know

You've let yourself go

At times you're cruel beyond control

Have you no heart, have you no soul

And as I take a look at life

I realize you're my wife

A little effort, not much more

And things could be just as before

You know you'd lose a little weight

If you watched all that you ate

A little style, a little grace

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