Disco Page #2

Tacky, you mean.

The perfect model of the bumpkin.

Okay, but not bad-looking.

With a lost little bird look.

Beware of birds like that.

l wonder if he has bird flu.

Cut it out, Guillaume.

She has to move on. Since N.Y.

she hasn't been serious.

Then be nice.

Sorry, Cherry, but l want her

to get a new start.

She can't live with me forever.

You know my friend Albert?

Albert Montcabourg.

Great career, real sense of humor,

good tennis player.

l anted them to meet.

She never even came to dinner.

Look at her.

Throwing flowers in once a week

won't bring him back to the surface.

First...

Tendue...

And flex and point...

And rond de jambe...

Close. Let's start again.

Limber up, Mr. Travolta.

Head up. lt's important.

On the diagonal.

With Mr. Travolta in the middle.

One. Two. Sissonne.

Go on, Mr. Travolta. Just you.

Let me see a gazelle, Mr. Travolta.

You can come in. l don't mind.

l'm pleased with you.

Not bad for a first class.

You're pugnacious and l like that.

Pugnacious...

l'm just supposed to win

a disco contest.

You have to learn the basics.

And a little grace never hurt.

Then you can dance as you like

to your music.

You've got disco all wrong.

Disco enters through your hair

and comes out through your feet.

20 inches above the ground,

buttocks tight...

and then boom, boom!

Disco is the music of the heart.

132 beats per minute.

Listen good, Miss Navarre.

Disco...

is a religion.

You practice it or you don't.

Take this, for example:

The tight pants...

that's disco.

And the tighter they are,

the more it's...

Tight?

Disco.

l'll do my best to try to be...

disco.

l still say we'll open better

with Boney M.

than with Eartha Kitt.

What about Patrick Hernandez?

lsn't he more summer dance?

Forget about him. Done to death.

We can't look ridiculous.

That's why you need to learn

the basics. Grace...

That counts.

With France coaching,

we're gonna shine.

You took a shine to her,

more like it.

l know, l know...

l haven't felt like this

since that DIY checkout girl.

ln Dieppe.

Cynthia Goubert...

whatever happened to her.

He hasn't been like this in ages.

He's looking for work.

He has early appointments,

always coming and going.

Well, he's coming.

Sweet Jesus.

lt can't be. The Bee Kings?

- Hello, Mrs. Sochard.

- Hello, Mrs. Barleycorn.

Hello, ladies.

Why this comeback?

We're competing again.

l'll explain later.

Noneye.

lf this jacket could talk.

The number of babes

l brushed with in this.

More like the brush-offs you had.

Yeah, right.

But l need a great stash.

lf the Owl sees the costume...

Didn't you set her straight?

Sure did.

l told her where to get off.

She understood that you can't change

a tiger into a bedside rug.

You owe me an explanation

right now.

l thought you were looking for work

and l see the Bee Kings?

Stop it, Mom.

l entered the Gin Fizz contest

because first prize is a trip for two.

Jackson put me up to it.

Jackson! That's all we needed.

lt's Woodstock.

That won't get Brian a vacation.

Think, Mom.

lf l find a job,

l can't take any vacation.

No one thought of that.

And l'm fed up

with gossip about me.

Barleycorn-this

and Barleycorn-that.

lt's high time to shut a few traps!

l'm just about had it

with High Seas St.

And if you don't win?

Because you might not.

We're gonna win, Mom.

We're gonna win.

The tighter they are,

the more it's disco.

You should've seen him...

Like he was putting toothpaste

back into the tube.

Never saw a nut like that.

Can we have some quiet?

l defy anyone to play like this.

We weren't talking. Relax.

You've been discussing the bumpkin.

lf you miss him that much,

go to Gardenland, dwarf section,

and leave me in peace.

What's the score?

40/0. Match point.

Match point, on top of it.

Thanks a lot.

Let me have it!

When you bother people, people lose.

Hey, Albert...

Meet Cherry, my fiance.

And France, my sister.

This is Albert Montcabourg,

one of the most charming people

on this planet.

Shell Festival

Playoffs 3:
15 P.M.

You can't win them all.

Thank you, Kevin...

alias, "The Fly."

Again as part of Gin Fizz Academy,

let's welcome the Poles

of the Varsovia,

stuck in port for the past week

on account of the strike.

You guys sure we can't back out?

But let me tell you something:

Whether we win or lose, thanks.

From the bottom of my heart,

thanks for Brian.

You see, Baroness?

Daddy's idea is nicely catching on.

Give me a kiss.

How are we coming along

with that star sponsor?

l'm announcing it,

but if there's nobody there...

ln theory, it's on.

l'm just waiting for a confirmation.

That's more like it.

Thank you,

you Poles of the Varsovia.

lt's nice here at Ouistreham.

Our next contestants...

They come from Le Havre.

They were part of the Golden Age

of the Gin Fizz...

Bring the house down!

The Bee Kings!

Hello, sweetie.

Wow! Look at him work.

Daddy's so plucky.

Time for your bath.

We were at the Shell Festival

at Ouistreham.

Really?

Oh, sure, that's right.

Know who l saw there?

Didier and Walter.

ln a disco contest.

Can you imagine? At the age of 40.

You should get some air.

Too much work is bad for you.

That's just like you: all this

or all that.

Either bald or with three wigs.

Dear friends, congrats to those

who qualify for the next round.

Next stop at Pont l'Evque,

for the quarter finals

of the Gin Fizz Academy.

Awesome!

We qualify.

- As a twosome, too.

- Awesome.

Leave us alone. You've heard this.

Without my help,

you'd be out the door.

And your third man taking off...

Was that part of the show?

And between us, your thing...

your windmill of love... Drop it.

They invented electricity since.

lf you don't change some of it...

Not some of it, all of it!

Kiss those kangaroos goodbye.

l listen to a lot of the comments:

lt's over the top...

lt's tricky...

But the word that kept

coming back was:
"Has-been."

Message received.

We were eliminated, coach.

l'm so sorry for you.

And l was just getting boom-boom.

l'm kidding.

We made it.

Fellas!

Meet the Bee Kings.

ln two words with two e's.

Like the Bee Gees.

Walter... Noneye.

ln the 80s, we entered

all the contests.

We decided to pick it up again.

- lsn't that beautiful?

- Very.

l knew you'd like it.

We won tons of contests.

Didn't we, guys?

Say something. He never talks.

We didn't beat around the bush.

Our thing was...

the windmill of love.

The windmill...?

Come with us for a spin...

in the stars.

But we have to do a makeover

on our number.

A pal is filming a self-critique

tape on us tonight at the Gin Fizz.

Jackson.

lt'd be great if you came.

Not tonight, l have to...

We need you, coach, or else

we're out of the running.

We have to be more with it,

be more...

Modern, l suppose.

That, too.

Good evening, chickadees.

Welcome to the world

of the 80s.

And now,

Disco...

lnferno!

l fear the worst.

l'm warning you:
just 5 minutes.

Don't start, Guillaume.

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