Last Tango in Paris Page #3
What a long tongue you have.
The better to stick in your rear,
my dear.
Whats this for?
Thats your happiness
and my "ha-penis. "
Peanuts?
Schlong.
Prick. Joint.
Its funny.
Its like playing grown-ups
when you`rre little.
I feel like a child again here.
- Did you have fun as a kid?
- Its the most beautiful thing.
Is it beautiful to be made
into a tattletale...
or forced to admire authority or
sell yourself for a piece of candy?
- I wasnt like that.
- No?
I was writing poems.
I was drawing castles,
big castles with tower.
A lot of tower.
- You never thought about sex?
- No, no sex.
- No, no sex.
- Tower.
You were probably in love
with your teacher then.
- My teacher was a woman.
- Then she was a lesbian.
- How did you know?
- Thats classical.
But anyway-
My first love
was my cousin Paul.
Im gonna get a hemorrhoid
if you keep telling me names.
No names.
I dont mind if you tell the truth,
but don`tt give me the names.
- I cant handle that.
- Sorry.
Go on and tell the truth.
- What else?
- I was 13.
He was dark, very thin.
I can see him. Big nose.
A big romance.
I fell in love with him
when I heard him playing piano.
You mean, when he first
got into your knickers.
He was a child prodigy.
He was playing with both hands.
Ill bet he was.
Probably getting his kicks.
- We were dying of heat.
- Oh, yeah.
Good excuse. What else?
In the afternoon,
when the grown-ups were napping-
- You started grabbing his joint.
- Youre crazy!
- Well, he touched you.
- I never let him. Never.
Liar, liar, pants on fire,
nose as long as a telephone wire.
You mean to tell me
Look me straight in the face
and say "He didnt touch me once. "
No, he touched me,
but the way he did it.
Aha! The way he did it.
Okay, what did he do?
Behind the house
there were two trees:
a plantain tree and a chestnut.
and he sat under the chestnut.
And one, two, three,
we each began to masturbate.
The first who came won.
Why dont you listen to me?
When did you first come?
How old were you?
The first time?
I was very late for school.
Suddenly, I felt
I came as I ran.
Then I ran faster and faster,
and the more I ran...
the more I came.
Two days later
I tried running again...
but no dice.
Why dont you listen to me?
You know, it seems to me
Im talking to the wall.
you know?
It isnt indulgent or generous.
Youre an egoist!
I can be by myself too,
you know.
We cant sleep with this music.
I came to this hotel
for one night...
and stayed for five years.
When we had the hotel
people came here to sleep.
Now they do anything.
They hide out, take drugs,
play music.
Remove that hand.
Youre not alone.
I`mm here.
Youre crazy!
Im beginning to understand.
You want me to stop the music?
Okay.
Ill make him shut up.
What are you doing, Paul?
Whats the matter, Mother?
Are you upset? Don`tt be upset.
Nothing really
to be upset about.
It takes so little to make them afraid.
You wanna know what theyre afraid of?
Theyre afraid of the dark.
Imagine that.
I want you to meet my friend.
Turn on the light.
You ought to meet
a few clients of the hotel.
Folks, Id like you
to say hello to Mom.
Mom, this is Mr. Juicehead Junkie.
And Mr. Saxophone...
hes our connection, Mom.
Gives us some hard stuff.
And right here is the beautiful
Miss Blow Job of 1933.
Shes still making a few points
- Light, Paul.
- Dont you want to say hello?
This is Mom.
You afraid of the dark, Mom?
Shes afraid of the dark.
Oh, well, poor thing.
All right, sweetheart.
Ill take care of you. Don`tt worry.
I`lll give you a little light.
Lets go back to bed.
- Good night, Madam.
- Good night.
Good night, Marcel.
Good night, Paul.
Who is it?
You like?
He was Rosas lover.
What am I doing
in this apartment with you?
Love?
Well...
lets say we`rre just taking...
a flying f***
at a rolling doughnut.
So you think Im a "wore. "
I think youre a what?
A what? A "wore"?
- A "wore. "
- You mean "whore," right?
Yes. A whore.
No, youre just a dear
old-fashioned girl trying to get along.
Why were you
going through my pockets?
To find out who you are.
- Yes.
- Well, if you look real close...
youll see me
hiding behind my zipper.
Well, we know that he buys clothes
in some big store.
Thats not much...
but its a beginning.
Thats not a beginning.
That`ss a finish.
Well, okay.
Lets forget it.
How old are you?
Ill be 93 this weekend.
Oh!
You dont look it.
Thank you.
- Have you been in college?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I went to...
the University of Congo.
- Studied whale f***ing.
- Wow.
Barbers dont usually
go to university.
Are you telling me
that I look like a barber?
No, but thats a razor`ss barber.
Thats a barber`ss razor.
Barbers razors.
Yes.
Or a madmans.
So you want to cut me up?
No.
That would be like
writing my name on your face.
Like they do to slaves?
Slaves are branded on the ass,
and I want you free.
Free?
Im not free.
You want to know why you dont
want to know anything about me?
- Because you hate women.
- Oh, really?
What have they ever done to you?
Well...
either they always pretend
to know who I am...
or they pretend that I dont know
who they are, and that`ss very boring.
Im not afraid to say who I am.
I`mm 20 years old-
No! I-
Jesus Christ.
Wheres your brain?
Shut up.
Get it?
I know its tough,
but you`rre gonna have to bear it.
You know, these sinks
are really beautiful.
Theyre very rare.
You don`tt find them anymore.
that let you stay together.
Hmm? Dont you think?
Whats that?
What`ss all this?
Mad? Mad? Huh?
Mad? Mad?
Encore! Do it again!
Again!
I am coming.
I am ready.
Are we going together?
He is a jerk.
He didnt even say bye!
What are you doing here?
Im coming. I`mm flying.
Stay there!
Why didnt you talk
on the phone?
Whats the matter?
Find another girl for your film.
But why?
You take advantage of me.
You make me do things
Ive never done.
Youre stealing my time.
You make me do
whatever you want.
The film is over.
Im tired of having
my mind raped!
Come in.
You wanted to talk to me?
Do.
But... "I didnt come here
to cry with you. "
It bothers you
if I keep working?
It distracts me
after what happened.
Identical.
- Rose wanted them identical.
- Our bathrobes.
You cant tell me anything
I don`tt already know.
Same color, same design.
Yes, yes.
You are precise.
Im wondering why...
you save
these newspaper clippings.
Is it a job or a hobby?
I dont like the word "hobby. "
Its a job
to roll out the salary.
Then its serious.
Its a job that makes you read.
Very instructive.
Be sincere.
Didnt you know
we had identical bathrobes?
We have lots of things
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