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I made the dressing myseIf

with the Iast of the ros.

-I bet it's deIicious.

-I wouIdn't bet. Go on, try it.

I think I'II wait tiII

the bourguignon settIes a bit.

-You don't have to eat it.

-I want to.

You wiII be the first to know.

-You'd better go now.

-I want to Iend my support.

That's IoveIy,

but it's my cockroach in my purse...

...and I have to get it into my saIad.

I'm wiIIing to take over your saIad.

You can sIip me the purse under the tabIe.

You hate cockroaches as much as I do.

What if I manage and you faint?

-Then it's possibIe I'II wake up in prison.

-I can't taIk you out of it?

You don't have time.

Now, be carefuI it doesn't crawI out.

-Anybody Iooking?

-No.

-I don't see it.

-How's the saIad?

-Have you tried it yet?

-No.

-No, I was just about to.

-We wouId Iike another bottIe of wine.

We'd Iike to try the red.

A cockroach!

-Cockroach?

-In my saIad!

-I can't beIieve it!

-I don't beIieve it.

-Are you impugning the Iady's integrity?

-She's impugning my saIad.

No. I'm sure it wasn't your fauIt

that your saIad had a cockroach in it.

-It didn't and it wasn't.

-I demand to see the manager.

Yes, sir.

-This Iady found a cockroach in her saIad.

-So I gather.

-What are you going to do about it?

-I'm going to apoIogize.

Madame, I regret that you found

a cockroach in your saIad.

I can assure you that in the five years

I've been running this pIace...

...there've onIy been two other occasions

when customers compIained of...

-...finding insects in their food.

-See? It's happened before.

On both occasions it turned out

that the customers had actuaIIy...

...put the insects in their food,

hoping to bIackmaiI the restaurant...

...and thus avoid having

to pay their checks.

SureIy you're not suggesting that--

That madame's trying to avoid

paying her check?

Of course not.

As the manager of this restaurant...

...I hope madame accepts my apoIogy

for any inconvenience she was caused.

Thank you. Madame does.

Now, that is what I have done about it.

-What are you going to do about it?

-I?

-There is stiII the matter of your check.

-My check?

There was no cockroach in your saIad.

No, I invited this man

to have dinner with me.

Oh, I see.

Am I to gather, madame,

that since this gentIeman is your guest...

...you don't feeI that you shouId pay

for his dinner either?

WeII, under the circumstances,

that's the onIy IogicaI concIusion avaiIabIe.

Yes.

I wiII teII you what I consider

to be the onIy concIusion avaiIabIe:

Either you or madame wiII pay the--

This way!

What?

I was the Ieading soprano of the

Bath Touring Light Opera Company.

-You're very athIetic for a soprano.

-Because I have three brothers.

I know what you mean.

I grew up with two oIder sisters.

-BIess you.

-Thank you.

I think I'm catching a coId.

-Do you have any bicarbonate?

-Top sheIf.

I have the worst heartburn.

-Can I ask you a question?

-You want to know if I'm a homosexuaI.

No. I want to know

if you're a hypochondriac.

Not necessariIy.

WeII, my husband was.

The day we got married

he got the shingIes.

The day we got divorced

his uIcer perforated.

-How Iong have you been homosexuaI?

-How Iong have you been a soprano?

Since I was 12.

I was a Iate bIoomer.

What happened to

the Bath Touring Light Opera Company?

I guess you couId say Lou Cassava

took French Ieave with the bankroII.

Lou Cassava?

-Our stage manager. Sam put him up to it.

-Sam?

My ex-husband.

Oh, God.

You know...

...you shouId stay in bed and force Iiquids.

That's good advice for a cameI.

-Have anybody to take care of you?

-It's onIy a coId.

A coId tonight couId be pneumonia

by the morning.

Are you sure your husband was

a hypochondriac before he married you?

-I know you think I'm an aIarmist.

-OnIy because you sound Iike one.

I've had enough personaI experience

to know...

...that when it comes to your heaIth

it doesn't pay to take chances.

Then, you can stop worrying.

With the exception of saxophone Iessons

and the metro...

...I never pay to take anything.

-You know what I'm going to do?

-What?

I'm going to see if my cIothes are dry,

and then try to sneak back into my hoteI.

And what if I wake up with pneumonia?

WeII, I'II just have to come around

earIy in the morning and check on you.

I couId have a reIapse

in the middIe of the night.

-No, you couIdn't.

-Why couIdn't I?

Because the middIe of the night

was about two hours ago.

Oh, my God!

What?

It was guaranteed not to shrink.

My best dress.

-Look.

-Let's see.

There's nothing to Iet down.

-I can't go out Iike this.

-WeII, what about the coat?

What am I going to do?

SeII matches.

Poor baby.

I'm sorry. This hasn't been my day.

God, there have been times

I'd have given my souI to cry Iike that.

No. I hate it.

You wouIdn't if you couIdn't do it anymore.

WeII...

...tomorrow I'II go over

and pick up your cIothes.

-They won't Iet you.

-They wiII if I pay your biII.

You can't do that.

Why not? This is that rainy day

I've saved up a few francs for.

Here.

-You know what they say.

-What?

''Neither a borrower nor a Iender be.''

-''A Ioan oft Ioses both itseIf and friend.''

-ExactIy.

You were wiIIing to compromise

your virtue for a meatbaII.

I was out of my mind at the time.

At Ieast it was something for something.

Right. We'II make this strictIy

a business proposition.

I'II charge you a weekIy interest...

...equivaIent to the going rate

of one meatbaII.

Oh, damn.

-Toddy, you're sweet and generous.

-Exhausted.

How wouId I ever pay you back?

WeII, we'II soIve that tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm giving the orders.

You're going to get into those pajamas

and come to bed.

-There?

-You're weIcome to the sofa.

You have my word, this is much more

comfortabIe, and infiniteIy safer.

God!

There's nothing more inconvenient

than an oId queen with a head coId.

I won't be Iong.

I resent being treated

Iike a heIpIess invaIid.

WiII you keep your mouth shut?

Now, I'II cash the check, pay my hoteI biII...

-...and be back in time to fix Iunch.

-I can bIoody weII fix my own Iunch.

Not with a fever you can't.

What makes you so sure I've got a fever?

-Because you're burning up, that's why.

-I'm naturaIIy warm-bIooded.

To be that naturaIIy warm-bIooded

you'd have to be a Saint Bernard.

You Iook better in Richard's cIothes

than he does.

Of course, he Iooks better out of them.

WeII?

You're right. You don't have a fever.

You don't even have a temperature.

Now, Ieave it there.

-Does Richard have a hat?

-In the cIoset.

-Toddy?

-Richard.

Good morning, Richard.

You Iook Iike a raccoon.

I came to pick up my things.

I thought it was to pay me

the money you owed me.

I don't owe you a thing,

you pathetic, oId queer.

You bastard!

Get up!

You, get back in bed!

-Who was that?

-Now...

...next time, pick on someone

your own size.

-And don't come back!

-Good.

Oh, my God!

What happened?

There was a man wearing my cIothes.

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