What's New Pussycat Page #3

I drink a lot of gin and wheat germ.

Regular vodka and gluten.

- Please don't.

- Why not?

- You came here to hear my poems.

- I did?

Oh, I did! Yes, surely.

But you've been so affectionate, pussycat.

- You're on my foot!

- Oh, I beg your pardon.

- It's all right.

- But I want to hear your poems.

Oh, all right. But behave.

Yes, sure. I love erotic poems.

Oh, it's not erotic, it's political.

- Is it?

- Mm-hm.

Oh, yeah.

I wrote this at Hillside Hospital,

just after my fourth nervous breakdown.

Two, three, four.

"Who killed Charlie Parker?"

"You did. You... rat."

I dedicate this next poem...

Well, it's been an interesting evening...

Please... don't go.

No?

I'm beginning to grow

extremely fond of you.

I get attached to people very quickly.

I'm a woman who can experience things

really deeply for the first time.

Well, I don't fall in love easily either.

I believe in adventure

and experimentation and no attachments.

- Oh, I love that in a man.

- Ah. Well...

I'm one for marriage, though. But I believe

only after two people have lived together...

Intimacy before final involvement.

Yes, how true. How true.

Why are we reading all the poems?

I know a poem too.

Mm?

"Had we but worid enough, and time,

This coyness, Lady, were no crime."

Ah.

One more poem...

and you can do with me what you want.

- Victor, can I have a drink?

- Sure, what would you like?

A triple Scotch on the rocks.

Sometimes a drink will loosen me up.

- You have got something to eat?

- Some, uh, some Fig Newtons.

And some Hershey bars

and... some cough drops.

- You got any tuna fish?

- Tuna fish... tuna fish...

Uh...

I have...

I have some salmon salad left.

What do you mean, "left"?

When did you make it?

In April, but if you smother it

with pepper it's fine.

- What about an egg?

- An egg... Wait.

Uh, yes, I have...

Oh!

You look... you look beautiful.

I'm beginning to feel warm already.

Thank you.

Mm. Mm.

Gee, I need a cigarette.

I think there's something sexy about

the way some men smoke cigarettes.

Oh! I just burnt my finger.

I'm going to go in the bathroom

and scream. I'll be out in a minute.

My finger!

- Victor!

- Forgive me, I...

I saw your lips standing there.

Why don't I go into the bedroom?

I wait for you in bed.

# Here I am

# Here I stay

# All of my life I'll be what you

# Want me to be

# All that I ask

# Is that you just keep loving me

Here I come, dear.

I'm all shaven.

Everything's off.

I'm here. Uh... I'm up here.

Dear? Uh, fragrance?

Dear, are you OK? Is it...?

I'm going to get into the bed now.

Dear! Come on, dear.

Let's go! Here I am!

Um...

What?

Sweetheart?

Here...

Carole?

Um...

Are... are you asleep?

You're crumpled on the floor, right?

All right. Good night!

Listen, we're strangers, fella.

Take it easy.

Take...? I was sitting there quietly

and you jumped on top...

- How'd you like my poems?

- They're very beautiful and quite moving.

Did you like the one about peaceful

coexistence, Ode To A Pacifist Junkie?

- Yes. I thought it was very sexy.

- Oh.

Actually, the poem wasn't about sex,

it was a plea for better housing.

Now, look...

I've got a sexual block.

It's a thing with me.

I don't wish to cause you any conflict.

No, no, you're perfectly right.

I must face up to the problem.

I can't go on the rest of my life

being a semi-virgin.

What, in the name of all that's gracious,

is a semi-virgin?

Here, I'm a virgin.

In America, I'm not.

What do they do?

Stamp it on your passport?

- Now, listen to me.

- Uh-oh.

I feel faint.

Excuse me for a minute.

I'm going into the bathroom

to take an overdose of sleeping pills.

I like you.

You're a nice, stable girl.

She'll be all right.

There's nothing to worry about.

I thought she was joking. It was all poems

and "Don't touch me". She's weird.

They're only phenobarbital.

She only had a couple.

She came out of the bathroom

and looked very odd

and I gave her a little...

nibble on the neck.

Like that, you see?

Then she fell on the floor.

- A nibble?

- A nibble.

- How are you?

- Sorry about that. I got panicky.

Mademoiselle Belmont

will stay overnight, OK?

Oh, surely. Have a good night's pill.

Pussycat?

Pussycat?

Carole?

Miss Werner!

Carole!

Please repeat after me.

"The pen is blue."

The pen is blue.

I go, she goes, we go, they go.

I go, she goes, we go, they go.

Where were you last night?

That's all I want to know!

- I told you not to visit when I'm at work.

- You didn't sleep in your room!

Unless you're ready to get serious,

it's not your business.

All right, we disagree.

Let's discuss it.

- There is nothing to discuss!

- There is nothing to discuss.

- There is plenty to discuss.

- There is plenty to discuss.

I am serious and you are not.

Don't feel obligated.

- I love you, pussycat!

- I love you, pussycat.

You've got a funny idea of love.

How do you treat people you hate?

- It's different for a girl.

- It is not! It is not different!

If you can run around, so can I.

- You love me!

- You love me.

I am tired of waiting.

I've got my own life to live.

Oh, yes? OK, OK, you'll be sorry.

You'll be sorry.

- Goodbye!

- Goodbye!

- You'll see, you'll be sorry.

- Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Goodbye!

All right!

Sleep where you want, see if I care.

- I sure as hell will!

- I sure as hell will!

Oh! You bunch of parrots!

Life is a strumpet

stained with wine.

"Go to, I'll no more on't;

it hath made me mad."

"I say, we will have

no more marriages!"

Isn't that Schiller?

- Shakespeare.

- Mm?

That man there

is the finest man that ever breathed.

- Who is?

- He is.

He is? Who's he?

- Who's he?

- Mm.

I'll soon show you who he is.

Hey! You must not strike me,

you naughty boy!

You're my patient, that's who you are!

And, anyway, I can lick any Freudian

psychoanalyst that's in this house.

An analyst? Then I need help.

- Encore, la mme chose.

- And for me, please.

Carole. Carole.

I love her. She's beautiful.

She wasn't in her apartment and I've tried

everything you said and it doesn't work.

- Liz.

- Mm, Liz?

She's a stripper. She's beautiful.

And she's here on a bongo scholarship.

Why don't you introduce me to her?

I could be the man that sees

no one touches her for you.

No, no, no. I need help. Help.

Don't mention that word to me - "help".

That is what I need. Help!

Oh, God, how I need that thing.

Do you know that

I am in love with a patient?

I am in love with a patient!

You got a minute?

- Surely.

- Let me tell you my story.

Let me sit down.

Carole is like a rose petal.

She's so innocent.

Can I tell you what happened

in my dream last night?

I shall sell matches

on the street corner.

And I shall be

the first to buy them from you.

Very civil.

Miss Lefebvre.

Miss Lefebvre!

Every time she sees me she screams

because every time

she sees me I attack her.

No. You must not attack her.

You must woo her.

- Woo her?

- Woo her.

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