Funny Face Page #5

- I'm getting nervous.

- You should.

- Sit down.

Friends, you saw enter here a waif,

a gamin, a lowly caterpillar.

We open the cocoon but

it is not a butterfly that emerges.

- It's not?

- No, it is a bird of paradise.

Lights!

Curtain!

Oh...

- BeautifuI! I don't believe it.

- Maggie, what did I tell you?

You look absolutely fabulous.

How does it feel?

It feels wonderfuI, but it's not me.

The hair, the dress. It's perfection.

You see how much we accomplish

when you appear?

Try to stay with us for a while.

Duval shows the collection on Friday.

The night before,

we'll introduce you to the press.

It is your opportunity.

It will be your evening.

- You will be there?

- Yes, of course.

Dick, that gives you a week

to photograph her.

I want marvellous pictures.

Give me a lot of pizzazz.

Take her, and whatever you do,

don't let her out of your sight.

Do what I tell you.

Don't worry about it.

Here, hoId these balloons high

in the air, and when I say ''run'',

run as fast as you can

and don't let the balloons go.

Run as fast as I can

and don't let the balloons go.

Right. Now, ready?

Head up a little. You're so happy.

AIright, run!

Run!

What? Oh, why did I ever...

- What's wrong?

- I don't know which way to go.

That way.

I'm sorry, I'm nervous.

I've never done anything like this.

There's nothing to be nervous about.

You're in Paris, the Tuileries.

You've got balloons. There's

a sudden shower. You're very happy.

- Why am I so happy?

- Because I say you are.

That's all you have to know.

You're happy. Now, run!

Great. That's great.

Now, stop!

WonderfuI!

Now, today you're not happy.

- I'm hurt and...

- Right, a creature of tragedy.

Heartbroken, suffering.

You're Anna Karenina.

Shall I throw myself under the train?

We'll see. For now, just wonderfuI,

noble self-sacrifice.

Your lover

has just kissed you goodbye.

You may never know that kiss again,

or love again.

Marcel, put some tears in her eyes.

There are tears in her eyes.

Good. You're not only a model,

you're an actress.

Jo, give me the works.

Heartbreak, longing, tragedy.

Wet your lips.

Good. AIright. Now, la steam!

La steam!

That's great. Just like the movie.

Poor Anna Karenina.

No, not too much steam.

Cut down the steam.

That's wonderfuI. That's it.

Good. Now give her some flowers.

Flowers. Arms full.

AIright. More. More. More!

AIright, Jo, it's spring.

You're in love.

Now, turn around. Fabulous!

(Tristan und Isolde by Wagner)

You're walking out of the opera,

leaving to the passionate

music of Tristan und Isolde.

- You're very unhappy.

- What happened now?

A rendezvous at the opera.

Two seats.

He didn't show up. You're furious.

When I say go, walk down with fire

in your eyes and murder on your mind.

Wet your lips.

You're IsoIde. You're a queen.

Now, go, go, go!

You're furious at Tristan.

That's great.

(horn blows)

Today,

you're just a simple little girl.

You live on the Seine, and you're

trying to catch a fish for lunch.

Jo, fish. I want you

to look like you're fishing.

I'm trying,

but I've never fished before.

That's quite obvious. You might

just as well be flying a kite.

Don't look like such an amateur.

You're just not fishing.

I am, but it's caught on something.

Well, give it a yank.

Pretend you caught a fish.

Pull it out.

Marvellous!

- Here's what I want you to be.

- I know. I'm a princess at a ball.

The bird is Prince Charming,

turned into a bird by a sorcerer.

But we've decided

not to let it spoiI the ball

and to go on dancing

as if nothing had happened.

You've outgrown me.

AIright. Now, give him a kiss.

He's your Prince Charming, isn't he?

Well, get happy!

That's a killer.

AIright, Marcel, lights!

Jo! Jo, where are you?

Tell me when you're ready. Say ''go''.

I'm ready. What are you gonna do?

Never mind what I'm going to do.

Just say ''go''.

AIright. Go!

Holy Moses! You look fabulous!

Look, stop.

Stop!

- I can't stop. Take the picture.

- Stop!

I don't want to stop. I like it.

Take the picture.

(hildren singing)

This is your wedding day,

the happiest day of your life.

Bells are ringing, flowers blooming,

angels singing.

The man you love more than anyone

is inside the church waiting for you.

What's the matter?

I just feel so dishonest

in this wedding dress.

It's not the happiest day of my life.

No one's waiting for me anywhere.

But you weren't Anna Karenina.

The bird wasn't Prince Charming.

- Please, Dick.

- I don't understand.

Yes, I know.

Oh, mais quelle mariee charmante!

On ne m'avait pas dit qu'il y aurait

un mariage aujourd'hui.

Mais entrez donc.

But, Padre, we're not here to marry.

- Such a beautifuI bride.

- This is not my dress.

We're here to take pictures.

Nous sommes ici pour photographie,

pour la magazine de la fashion.

I'm sorry. Perhaps we should've

asked your permission first.

No wedding? Quel dommage!

Merci.

Jo!

Jo?

I'm sorry. I don't know

what's the matter with me.

Forget it and relax.

We've been working too hard.

I suppose we'll be going home soon?

That's it. You're homesick.

Well, just this last picture,

then you'll be through.

- And then what happens?

- We go home.

And then?

What do you mean?

Will I see you any more?

And how! If you model,

I can get you bookings.

- We'd be working together every day.

- I'll model.

Good. We'll put you to work.

Stand here, please.

There's a good place. Fine.

Lovely.

Now, tip your head just a little bit.

Good. A little smile.

Jo.

Yes?

Something is wrong.

No. Why?

You're the saddest bride

I've ever seen.

You look as if you've been jiIted.

This is your wedding day.

The day you've dreamt of.

You're marrying the man you love.

The man who loves you.

He's the only...

And you're...

Dick, I thought

it would never happen.

I never want to go home.

I love Paris!

I love these clothes and

the little church. And I love you.

What did you say?

I love Paris.

That's not what I heard.

My, my, my...!

Well, what do you know!

He loves

And she loves

And they love

So why can't... you love

And I love too?

Birds love

And bees love

And whispering trees love

And that's what

We both should do

I always knew someday

You'd come along

We'll make a twosome

That just can't go wrong

Darling

He loves

And she loves

And they love

So won't you love me

As I love you?

Armande, let me see

a breeze in the trees.

Not too much.

I don't want a cyclone.

Fountains.

It's thrilling!

It makes me cry for the Carolines.

The correspondent from Pakistan

has accepted.

The correspondent from Madrid

will be able to make it.

And the man from IstanbuI

will be at the presentation.

Good. Now, where is Jo?

Here she is.

Thank heavens.

I thought you'd stand us up again.

- How did the wedding pictures go?

- Wonderfully.

He is a marvellous photographer.

All you do is sit there.

I make my speech to the press,

the curtains will open

and you dazzle 'em!

- Give 'em the oId pizzazz.

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