Disco Page #2

- l'm busy. l have responsibilities.

l'm spokesman for a union that's

calling a crucial dockers' strike.

So lay off me with your crap!

l can't go down again.

You never did come down.

Open your eyes. We're 40 years old.

Saturday night fever is over.

Especially for some kangaroos.

The kangaroos are for my son.

You have a son?

Excuse me.

Excuse me, young people.

Can l see a dance teacher, please?

France Navarre. Upstairs.

Thanks. lt's most kind of you.

France Navarre?

Could you not roll your caddy

on the dance floor, please?

So sorry.

How can l help you?

l want to sign up

for a dance class since...

l'm taking part in something...

And time's short.

Then we have just the course:

"Quick Express Dancing."

lt limbers you up for ceremonies:

weddings, communions, bar mitzvahs.

lt's with Mr. Carlos next door.

That's not it. Let me explain.

l used to be a good disco dancer.

l just need a refresher course.

l'll spare you the details,

but l'm in the Gin Fizz Academy.

The club run by

Jean-Franois Jackson,

the ex-drummer of Martin Circus.

France!

We're due at the Yacht Club.

Be right out, Guillaume.

Your boyfriend?

My brother.

He a jockey?

No, he sells horses.

Why am l telling you

my life story? Look...

l don't teach disco.

My mom. For the bread.

A pity.

l had a flash.

l want you to be my catapult.

To help me win.

l teach ballet. l don't think

l'm the person you need.

Message received.

Goodbye, Mister...?

Travolta.

Didier Travolta.

- And so?

- l said l'd do it.

He looked so lost with his caddy.

Didier Travolta? l love it.

lt's too much.

Tacky, you mean.

The perfect model of the bumpkin.

Okay, but not bad-looking.

With a lost little bird look.

Beware of birds like that.

l wonder if he has bird flu.

Cut it out, Guillaume.

She has to move on. Since N.Y.

she hasn't been serious.

Then be nice.

Sorry, Cherry, but l want her

to get a new start.

She can't live with me forever.

You know my friend Albert?

Albert Montcabourg.

Great career, real sense of humor,

good tennis player.

l anted them to meet.

She never even came to dinner.

Look at her.

Throwing flowers in once a week

won't bring him back to the surface.

First...

Tendue...

And flex and point...

And rond de jambe...

Close. Let's start again.

Limber up, Mr. Travolta.

Head up. lt's important.

On the diagonal.

With Mr. Travolta in the middle.

One. Two. Sissonne.

Go on, Mr. Travolta. Just you.

Let me see a gazelle, Mr. Travolta.

You can come in. l don't mind.

l'm pleased with you.

Not bad for a first class.

You're pugnacious and l like that.

Pugnacious...

l'm just supposed to win

a disco contest.

You have to learn the basics.

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