Kiss and Make-Up Page #6

Would you care to interview

a new patient?

No!

Wait a minute. I'd better see her.

I've probably lost all the others.

Now, madame,

what can I do for you?

I want to be beautiful.

Oh, yes, yes.

I know. They all do.

What is your husband's

chief complaint?

Nothing.

- Andr loves me just as I am.

- Is that so?

Yes, but I want to

surprise him.

Poor Andr.

Oh, well, that's

none of my affair.

- I'm going to give you a diet.

- Yes?

Lean ham and

fresh lettuce.

Melba toast without butter.

But your husband can eat

anything he likes, understand?

Of course.

At night bandage your ankles,

cold cream your face, wear gloves...

Oh, I can't do it.

Madame, forget everything I've told you

and go home to your husband.

If you want to surprise him,

present him with a pair of healthy twins.

That's surprise enough

for any man.

And if you want further

cosmetic advice, take this.

To reduce,

scrub the floors.

To beautify your face, wash it

in cold water with plenty of good soap,

so that if your husband

wants to kiss you, he can.

That's all.

Doctor, what do I owe you?

Everlasting gratitude.

Good day.

Oh, good day.

Good day, Doctor.

Get me Dr. Max Pascal.

(PHONE RINGING)

Genevieve! Not again.

Hello.

You don't mean it. Maurice!

But I do mean it.

I'm through with cosmetics forever.

Bring over all your stuff

and move in today.

I'll be there in an hour.

Yes, yes, yes!

Goodbye.

A scientific laboratory,

just as we planned.

Well, if I had known

you were going to be so dull,

I would never have

left my husband.

Dull? What do

you mean, dull?

You're not as affectionate

as you used to be.

What did you expect

on lettuce?

Well, rabbits seem

to do all right.

But the doctor is

back in town now, yes,

and he will give your case

his personal attention.

Thank you. Goodbye.

- GRETA:
I'm so glad to see you.

- I'm glad to see you.

- Did you have a nice trip?

- Oh, lovely.

Oh, what an

attractive suit.

- Do you like it?

- Oh, it's lovely.

Thank you for letting me

know he was back.

I'd have called you anyway.

He's terribly anxious to see you.

Not half as anxious

as I am to see him.

So, this is the time

you show up for work.

Everything's gone to

the devil around here.

Does that mean

nothing to you?

Less than nothing.

What?

Apparently you didn't believe me

when I told you I was quitting, but I am.

Where are you going?

I'm going downstairs to the taxi

that's taking me to my wedding.

- Why, married...

- Oh, get out.

But, Annie...

You don't know

what's happened.

Now, of all times,

you mustn't leave me.

Why not?

Because I'm through

with cosmetics forever.

That's what you always wanted,

wasn't it?

Yes.

Well, I'm going to turn this place

into a scientific laboratory.

- It's too late.

- Why?

I'm going to

marry Marcel.

Marcel? What Marcel...

- Not Eve's Marcel.

- Yes.

Oh, I don't believe it.

Marcel.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Marcel, the doctor doesn't believe

we're going to get married.

He doesn't? Then the doctor is

going to feel pretty silly

when he sees us

in the newsreel.

Look here, you can't get away with this.

I won't allow it.

Well, I don't know how you're going

to stop it. Annie's in love with me.

I don't believe that, either.

Is this man attractive to you?

- Of course.

- Show me one attractive feature.

Look at that profile.

Can't you see that

his nose is all wrong

and that his eyes are

too close together?

- Say...

- And look at those teeth.

Well, after all, she's picking out

a husband, not a horse.

Go on, just show me

one attractive feature.

Well, he has

beautiful, curly hair.

So, all our work, our mutual interest,

all the things we've been to each other

are to be thrown into

the discard because Marcel

happens to have

a wave in his hair.

Come, Marcel,

the taxi is waiting.

Coming, darling.

What right have you to take her

away from me? I love her.

Yes? Well,

I loved Eve.

Remember? Goodbye.

(CHATTERING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Annie!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Follow that cab! Get in!

Faster, faster.

MAURICE:
Don't lose that girl.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Where is he? Where is he?

- Which one?

- Well, they took him over there.

He's been scalped!

MAN:
No, madame,

just a toupee.

(ANNIE EXCLAIMING)

Darling, speak to me.

Speak to me. Are you all right?

(GROANING)

- What's the idea?

- I love you.

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