Dreams That Money Can Buy Page #2

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It's how you maintain your self-respect.

It's also how you make a living.

Convince him somehow. It's important.

Be careful, Joe.

She's charming but she'll stop at nothing.

Before you know it, she'll start crying.

See ? You're in for it now.

Poor kid. She's high-strung.

Go on, Joe, do something.

Your professional reputation's at stake.

Hm. It's certainly an unusual case.

Organisational neurosis.

If you could only look deeper

into those eyes of hers...

T ry it.

No ? The tears are throwing everything

out of focus.

On your guard, my dear.

This man has mistaken your motives

completely.

Exactly the way most of his kind do.

Frankly, I believe him to be unreclaimable.

You're wasting your time.

Should you give up so easily ?

It might indicate lack of discipline.

Dream detective ? Perhaps he likes being that.

It's his aim in life.

It's how he maintains his self-respect.

It's also how he makes a living.

Reconsider, my dear.

Not one look, however, before he signs up.

That's final. It's a matter of principle.

All right, Joe. Sign.

Sign every dotted line.

What's the difference ?

You'll never belong to anything anyway.

Don't hesitate now, dear.

Stick to your promise.

A matter of principle.

Go on. Get it over with.

The Girl With The Prefabricated Heart

Oh, Venus was born out of sea foam

Oh, Venus was born out of brine

But a goddess today, if she is grade A

Is assembled upon the assembly line

How divine. Rise and shine

Upon the assembly line

Now, Julie was born as is proper

Her every proportion was planned

She was poured from a mould,

exquisite and cold

And she grew up untouched by human hand

Oh, how grand ! See her stand

Untouched by human hand

Her chromium nerves and her platinum

brain were chastely encased in Cellophane

And to top off this daughter of science and art

She was equipped with a prefabricated heart

She prepares for life.

Shall I be auburn or dark or fair ?

Shall I unbind my nylon hair ?

Would love make skies look clearer ?

Or should I serenade my mirror ?

A hero would always admire me

He'd pamper and pet and inspire me

Why else were my charms made so drastic ?

Why else were my arms made so plastic ?

What else was my heart electroplated for ?

Oh, send me the mate it was prefabricated for

Then just like the movies, a mail-order male

Was sent by the gods direct from Yale

He was handsome

with biceps of stainless steel

Plus which he was rich,

and his love for her was real

By fate he was guided to knock at her door

'Twas love at first sight for evermore

They were made for each other,

exclusively planned

So he bent his knee

and he asked her for her hand

Her bridal gown was a synthetic

weave of coal tar, milk, and wood,

spun under atomic pressure

in a four-billion-dollar machine.

I'll offer you sterilised flowers

Expensive and scentless and rare

There'll be pedigree birds

Singing songs without words

As they fly through the air-conditioned air

Your fanciful dreams I'll interpret for you

Your hidden desires I will bring into view

All the wheels in your brain

I will polish and shine

To prove they can move in harmony with mine

Oh, nature and art will not win her

So ply her with diamonds and pearls

For bracelets and rings are practical things

That appeal to the mind of a healthy girl

Nature and art will not win her

I'll ply her with diamonds and pearls

For bracelets and rings are practical things

That appeal to the mind of a healthy girl

- Julie, at last you're mine.

- I guess.

- I've always dreamed of this moment divine.

- It will be nice, unless...

Oh, darling, let us seal our marital bliss

with a glorious technicolour kiss.

I suppose so.

You express every ideal I've ever had.

You're as evocative as a full-page ad.

Tell me that you care.

You're mussing my hair. Watch my new clothes.

- Beloved.

- Oh, well, I suppose.

- Angel.

- Don't make such a fuss.

- T reasure.

- You're so impetuous.

Dearest ! Sweetest ! Queen !

This is ridiculous ! Sisters, come to my aid !

Her Amazon sisters

were passing that way

They rushed to her aid

and they saved the day

The swine !

He has frightened her out of her wits

The brute !

We should shoot him and tear him into bits

Wheels started turning

inside her head

So from his ardent arms she fled

Girls of wax can't use devotion

They might melt if they felt an emotion

She left him bereft and wifeless

And he fell to the ground...

...quite lifeless

But she rides on into the dawn

On and on as her wheels revolve

A riddle whose answer none can solve

Who sends all her dreams to the laundry

Who prefers to live in a quandary

Her loneliness she must insist on

She's Isolde without a T ristan

Her groom who for doom was slated

Dissolved into tears and disintegrated

And so she rides on through the evening

As pure as she was at the start

For there's no man alive

who could ever survive

A girl with a prefabricated heart

A love-proof, unbreakable heart

And so she rides on through the evening

As pure as she was at the start

For there's no man alive

who could ever survive

A girl with a prefabricated heart

A love-proof unbreakable heart

Have you come back here,

and against your better judgment too ?

What's happening to you lately ?

Nervous, upset, jumpy.

The way you went on at the club meeting,

everyone noticed, I'm sure.

What can you expect,

married to a little stick of a man like that ?

You stand for something in your set.

Many activities.

A sense of responsibility to the community.

Why is there always this empty feeling

inside you ?

It's like living in a vacuum.

Day after day, running the house,

and then at night

listening to that droning voice of his.

No life to him.

And then you try to sleep, twist and turn,

listening to his irritating little snore.

Lying there until it seems the walls

are closing in on you, crushing you inside.

You hear lonely dogs barking at the moon, and

somebody's footsteps echoing in the street.

Oh, it's terrible. Terrible.

And he talks in his sleep,

and you can't make out what he's saying.

That's why you're here, aren't you ? Curiosity.

Maybe this man can tell you what your husband

is up to. What he dreams about.

Curiosity killed the cat, they say.

You'll find out nothing.

This man is obviously a big fake of some kind.

Anyway, now you're here,

you might as well find out what his game is.

What if any of my friends knew I'd been here ?

No reason they should find out.

You're in for it now. Go on, ask him. Ask him !

I want a treatment.

The same as my husband was given, of course.

Are you interested in my symptoms ?

Of course not. That was foolish.

Why should he be ?

I hope it won't take long, whatever it is.

I hate this sort of atmosphere.

What a disreputable looking office.

No feeling of solidity.

He doesn't inspire confidence.

What's he up to ? A photograph ?

Why should he give me a photograph ?

Probably wants to see my reaction.

Why don't you scream at him loud

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