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quickly and invisibly over,

melting right into the skin

to soften expressions...

Slim as a lipstick always at hand

for fast convenient application

many times a day...

And you can play with it, for people

who like to play both ways...

Mind you elastic suspension

trims uneven surfaces.

Luxury use is only half the story.

It's the deep acting Lanolin

that does it. Mmm.

Oh, yes.

Perkins. What are you

doing out there?

Well, Mr. Collins, sir. It's been

more than a week and I... we...

Well, what I mean is the line

was always engaged

so I said to myself

"you must go there".

One second, Perkins.

I'm no longer a child, you know.

I have the right

to be alone, isolated.

- Yes, but, Mr. Collins, I...

- It's unbelievable.

What do you think I am doing?

- I don't know, sir.

- You don't know.

Well, I'm working, that's what.

I'm carrying out experiments of

the greatest importance to mankind.

- What are you looking at?

- Me? Nothing, sir.

There are times, Perkins,

when I must admit

I find your behaviour very strange.

Very strange indeed.

It's only your health

I'm worried about, sir.

Well, in that case

I've got news for you, Perkins.

I've got the measles.

You can't come in here.

- I've already had measles.

- Oh, no, you haven't. Not this kind.

This is a new microbe.

Highly contagious.

You're not even allowed

to talk to me.

Perkins...

Don't forget to wash

your hands in alcohol.

And don't go near the water.

Go away.

"On The Bed"

by George Harrison.

Forty percent...

Forty-five percent...

- Good morning.

- Oh!

- Are you alright?

- Yes.

- Sorry to disturb you, Professor.

- Oh, not at all, not at all.

Well, this is very embarrassing.

Penny, my girlfriend,

wanted to ask you...

Yes, yes? What is it?

You wouldn't have

any spare bananas, would you?

Oh, yes!

I mean... no. I'm awfully sorry.

How about some sugar?

Sugar? Yes, of course.

Do come inside.

Ah! Here we are.

Here. You can take it all.

Oh, sugar cubes. Beautiful.

It looks as if your pet vermin

are not well.

Oh, they're orthoptera, not vermin.

They don't look good

all the same to me.

- Do you live alone?

- Yes. Yes.

- I wish I could.

- Could what?

Have my own apartment.

Live alone for a while.

Oh, no, no, thank you.

I don't smoke.

God, it's a drag.

What is? Smoking?

Women. You wouldn't believe it.

No, I wouldn't.

You see, I have this girl

who is in a mess.

She's getting so uptight,

I don't know which way to break.

Indeed.

She's into the model scene.

Have you caught her scotches?

Scotches? Ls she an alcoholic?

- No. I mean her legs, her ankles.

- Oh!

She's so involved with that model

fantasy, it's driving her crazy.

Crying in her sleep and all that.

Yes, I know.

I mean she must be very

disturbed, mentally that is.

I'm no head shrinker.

Oh, no. No, you're not.

D'you remember that song...

"I've got to find a reason

for leaving this girl"?

- That's my song.

- No. I don't like songs.

Music is just organised noise.

And noise is poison to the mind.

That's what's the matter

Too much music.

Thank you very much

for the sugar cubes, Professor.

- I have to be going along now.

- Let me show you the door.

Well, Professor,

thanks for everything.

You are pregnant.

"In The First Place"

The Remo Four! George Harrison.

Day begins to crumble.

Can't believe my eyes.

Falling down and down and down.

It comes as no surprise.

I begin to stumble.

Losing my control.

Feeling like a blind man.

Who is searching for his soul.

Never be the same.

Never be the same again.

Will it ever be the same again.

As it was in the first place.

Never be the same.

Never be the same again.

Will it ever be the same again.

As it was in the first place.

"Wonderwall To Be Here"

by George Harrison.

Help!

L Say, help!

Au secours!

Help!

H-E-L-P!

'I shall start a new life.

That's what you must do when

you are born for a second time."'

- Good morning, all.

- Oh, good morning, sir.

On...

Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Perkins!

Perkins, come and see. Hooh!

Oh, Perkins, hurry up, man!

It's... it's... it's... it's...

"Singing Om" by George Harrison

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