A Good Woman Page #2
I sincerely apologize.
- I'd like us to become friends.
- We already are, aren't we?
Not if you keep flattering me and
paying me silly compliments.
Define silly.
I want your word.
I find the best way to keep my
word is never to give it.
It's always a pleasure
to see a pretty woman.
Good day.
It has to be something
really special...
My wife's birthday.
This is a very special
object.
What do you think?
The sapphire matches your eyes.
It's for my wife.
wife jewellery.
And why is that?
he bought his mistress.
My wife has nothing to
wonder about.
She's a lucky woman.
If I was your wife...
- this is what I'd want.
- A fan?
Not for stirring the air,
for stirring the heart.
For centuries...
men an women.
If a woman placed it on her breast
like this, it meant "I love you".
"When can I see you?"
"Wait for me."
"You may kiss me."
"We're being watched."
I'm sold.
How much?
No, it's not for sale.
Not for sale.
mom's heart.
My mama.
Real gold.
If you give him everything, who's
going to buy me an espresso?
My back.
And Americans everywhere.
depression in that country.
Please, something to drink
before I faint.
They don't shop, they pillage.
And they speak loudly.
hard of hearing?
Something in the diet, perhaps?
But we have American
friends, mama.
They don't need to know what
we say about them.
If everyone knew what everyone
said of each other...
there wouldn't be four friends
in the world.
I like America.
Name me another society that's gone
from barbarism to decadence...
civilization in between.
Tribute to American efficiency.
- There's Mr Windemere.
- He must join us then.
He can't see you, mama.
Who's that with him?
Looks like his wife.
No, I don't think it is.
I can't see now.
They're getting into the car.
It must be the wife if she's
getting into the car.
It wasn't her.
Then I must know who it is.
own business.
Poor little Meg,
she's so sweet.
And the girl has no mother.
- I want to take her to my breast.
- I had a similar thought.
I don't suppose Mr Windemere
would be pleased to hear it.
Merital bliss...
on two people, Tuppy.
needed to lighten the load.
It would seem,
I can guess what you were doing.
Shopping for my birthday present?
I was right.
What did you get?
Not a thing. You're too old
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