Carry On Emmannuelle Page #2

- (High-pitched) Yeah... hm-hm.

Yes, madam.

Yes, I think that is more appropriate

for the wife of an ambassador.

Phwoar!

- Who was that, Lyons?

- That, Mrs Dangle, is the new mistress.

Oh, fancy!

Things might start looking up.

I shouldn't be at all surprised.

Hey, who was that?

Richmond, that was the new mistress.

Fancy that! Things ought to start looking up.

I have missed you, Emile.

And I you, my love.

But don't forget our little arrangement still

stands. As long as you don't object

to my body building, I don't object

to you finding your pleasures elsewhere.

And... what if I should seek

my pleasures with you?

Oh, no. I can't spare a drop of adrenaline.

You must think of me as a last resort.

- Don't you want me just a little bit?

- Yes, just a little bit.

Show me how good you are at weightlifting.

Lift me over your shoulders

and carry me over to the bed.

Are you mad?

I've not yet learnt

how to do a snatch and press.

Besides, I have a meeting

with the Foreign Minister shortly.

And I have a meeting with the ambassador now.

I have an appointment.

We haven't made love since Paris,

before you were posted here.

- Oh, surely it's not that long.

- It's long enough.

Ooh!

Come, bury your head in my bosom.

No, no. I should have to keep coming up for air.

I am in the mood for playing games.

- Try badminton, hockey, bowls.

- Bowls?

Yes, bowls. The English are mad about bowls.

Tennis bowl, volley-bowl.

Foot-bowl. All kinds of b...

Excuse me, sir. I hope I'm not intruding.

- No, no, no. We were just discussing bowls.

- Bowls?

I was having a work-up.

I mean I was getting worked out.

Having a work-out.

Yes. Will there be only fourteen guests

for dinner this evening, sir?

Fourteen, yes. That is correct.

Then I shall inform Mrs Dangle.

Come and lie with me, Emile.

No, I must finish my exercises.

- I can give you much nicer exercises.

- No.

- I am all hot for you.

- Well, have a cold shower.

That's what you said last time

and look what happened.

Oh, yes. I couldn't find the stopcock.

- Caught you.

- Oh, it's you!

It is not nice to peep through keyholes.

Sorry.

You are very rude.

Gordon Bennett!

They're having a phonographic orgy.

- Lift up your arms.

- What for?

- Up, up, up.

- But I don't understand. Why should I lift?

There. That didn't hurt, did it?

- No, no, no.

- Don't be shy, cheri.

I'm not shy, I'm circumspect.

Come on. Don't make a meal of it. It's my turn.

- But you are trembling.

- Yes, of course, I'm cold.

I'll warm you up.

Oh, but why me?

You can have Tom, Dick or Harry.

- I don't want Tom or Harry.

- Oh!

She's got him in a leg lock.

Well, I used to do that when Henry was alive.

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