What's New Pussycat Page #2

# I was born in Boston city...

- Michael?

- Hello, pussycat.

Pussycat, I love you.

Thank you for another pot of flowers.

Shall I get dressed?

Or is it foreign-movie time?

Foreign-movie time.

You're a monster.

- Me? I'm not a monster.

- Yes, you are.

I'm your nice warm lover.

- What did you do today?

- Nothing. I slept.

Do you know that people

sleep away a third of their lives?

If a man lives to be 75

it means he sleeps for 25 years.

You know what it means

to sleep for 25 years?

It means you wake up

with a shocking headache.

Michael?

I have to have a talk with you.

- What about?

- Us.

- Us?

- Yeah.

That's a very touchy topic.

Because you get personal and start to hit.

There's no reason why

two people can't discuss marriage

without turning it into a Third Worid War!

We've discussed it a thousand times

and you know my view. I'm a fascist.

- Now, I have to go home and change.

- But, pussycat, you live upstairs!

I have to open your door, climb a flight

of stairs, open my door. It all takes time.

My parents are coming next week. They

want to know when we're getting married.

My mother writes every week and asks.

Hemingway began as a journalist

and he broke away.

- I want to get serious, plan a real future.

- I hoped this job would be temporary.

My friends are married.

They seem happy.

- I know there's a novel in me.

- No one's sure. It's time to decide.

Even if it's a bad novel.

I've got to make a start.

If you're not sure now, you'll never be.

The worst curse in the worid

is to be mediocre.

- You're not listening to me!

- I am listening indeed!

Now, listen to me, pussycat.

Times are hard... and I'm in a hurry.

- You...!

- I have an appointment.

If you can't be more definite,

then we should stop seeing each other.

- I'm not ready for marriage.

- But how can you say you love me?

Because I do.

It wouldn't be fair to marry you now,

do you see?

I've got a lot of wildness and fun

to get out of my system.

You know, when we marry,

we give up fun.

- You always have an excuse.

- Ah, pussycat.

We're children, you and I.

Now's the time to live and experiment.

Marriage is for life.

It's like cement.

But at that rate it would drift on forever.

We had this conversation six months ago

and I don't see anything changed.

When are you old enough to assume

the responsibility of marriage? At 25?

26? 28? 32?

- 65? 89? 90? 97? 103?

- You're hysterical!

- Every time I don't agree I'm hysterical.

- Pull yourself together.

No.

- Give me the keys. Give me the keys.

- No, take a cab.

I don't wish to take a key.

I want my car cabs.

I need the keys... uh, the car.

- You've made up your horrid mind?

- Yes.

I shall walk!

It's better for the heart anyway. Taxi!

All right. But don't...

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Scotch.

Oh, excuse me.

Haven't you seen me somewhere before?

I know the name

but I can't remember the face.

- Oh, California sometime.

-

- Give my regards to whatshername.

- Yeah.

Pussycat?

Mr James!

What are you, uh, doing here?

- I'm paid to come here.

- You're paid to come here?

- Yes, m-m-my magazine, you see.

- Yes, yes.

- And what are you doing here?

- What... am... I... doing... here?

Um...

I am here as, uh...

I'm here as a scientist, you know?

- Aha.

- I'm here as a scientist.

Plumbing the depths of the soul.

Doing a bit of plumbing?

Yes, yes. I, uh...

Oh!

- Ah!

- Oh!

I was so interested,

you know, in your case.

Intrigued me immensely, those things

that you told me about, what happens.

I, uh...

Well, I freely admit it,

I, uh, decided to follow you here.

If you followed me here, how did you

contrive to be here before me?

I followed you... very fast.

Ah.

Look, a point I've noticed, scientifically,

is that stripping is not sexy.

No, not in the slightest.

I can speak with a certain authority on this

because I've seen this show

a hundred times.

- You've seen this a hundred times?

- Mm.

Then admit it, Mr James. Admit you

come here merely searching for love.

- I admit it.

- Well, I'm glad you admitted it.

Otherwise I'd have had to lock you

in a dark closet, you naughty man.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Victor, give me a hand

with my armour, will you, please?

That's the back, you fool! Ooh! Oh!

Sorry.

Did I hurt you?

Yes, I am, I'm going.

I have tickets Saturday night

to a Lautrec exhibition.

Toulouse-Lautrec.

One of my favourite small men.

- Where's my robe?

- He's one of my favourite painters.

- This is the back.

- I'm sorry.

You would appreciate Lautrec.

He has a very sensitive line.

Used colour very sparingly

but made a point with line.

The helmet.

Victor, Victor, will you help me

with my veil, please?

Saturday night, I have tickets

to a Lautrec exhibition.

- He was a marvellous painter.

- I'm busy Saturday night. Hurry up.

- Do you like Lautrec at all?

- You've put it the wrong way around.

- He's short, but fun.

- Let me do it alone.

I'm sorry, they're all boys in my family.

And now, the Crazy Horse

presents Mademoiselle Liz... Bien.

Pussycat.

# Hear your name and I'd start to cry

# There is just no getting over you

# The girl who's in my little red book

# Just never could replace your love

# And each girl in my little red book

knows you're the one I'm thinkin' of

# Won't you please come back to me?

# Without your precious love

I can't go on

# Where can you be?

# I need you so much

# All I do is to talk about you

# Hear your name and I start to cry

# There is just no getting over you

# Oh-oh-oh

# Won't you please come back to me?

# Without your precious love

I can't go on

# Where can you be?

# I need you so much

# All I do is to talk about you

# Hear your name and I start to cry

# There is just no getting over you

# All I do is to talk about you

# Hear your name and I start to cry...

Ah!

You're working here? There's something

exciting about a place like this after hours.

The empty seats

and the smell of greasepaint.

- What is that?

- I dunno. Probably just a short.

What is it?

I don't know, but I don't want

to be here when it gets hungry.

- Victor, I'm scared.

- Don't panic, it may be nothing.

- You can panic now.

- Let's get out of here, quick.

My wife, I'll kill her!

I'll kill my wife!

Pardon me, drunk,

but you can't come in here.

She makes a fool of me,

she makes a fool... I kill her! I kill him!

Why don't you go home and sleep it off?

She cheats with him.

I kill him! I kill him!

- But who is he?

- Everybody!

She cheats with everybody!

I kill everybody! Everybody... everybody.

Poor man.

Why does everyone have

so much trouble with being in love?

It never seems to work. You love me

and I love... I love Michael and...

Oh, Victor, I'm so mixed up.

# I feel... marvellous

# I feel... marvellous...

- I adore the way you dance.

- And I adore the way you look tonight.

- I've only got vodka.

- Oh, vodka. Vodka's fine.

When it comes to liquor, I'm a health nut.

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