Funny Face Page #5

This is the first time

I've seen you lack imagination.

Every girl in Quality

has grace, elegance and pizzazz.

What about a girl with character,

spirit and intelligence?

That would be novel

in a fashion magazine.

Sir, I owe you a drink.

Can you make me some enlargements?

- Yes.

- Use our darkroom.

- Let me study the possibilities.

- Now you are talking.

- I'm not promising anything.

- You don't have to.

Runs around here

like he owns the magazine.

Lettie, remember that creature

in the book shop?

Get her up here. Order books.

- A large order, so she can't refuse.

- $50 worth?

Yes, $50 worth if necessary.

$50 to get her up here. We'll have to

drug her to get her to Paris.

Er, Miss Prescott, please.

- Lettie, you'd better come out here.

- I've got the books she ordered.

Miss Prescott's secretary

will deal with you.

Oh, it's you. Well, come on in.

Come on.

The books are here.

Come in.

That'll be $52 and 75 cents,

and $1 .20 for the taxi.

$53.95.

Drop the books.

Come on, drop the books.

- On the floor?

- Yes, drop them.

Straighten up, shoulders back.

If you girls only knew

how important posture is.

I didn't come here

to enrol in a military school.

All I want is $53.95.

The Modigliani is $12.50,

and the Braque and Hieronymus Bosch

come to $22.75.

$7 for the postimpressionists

and $10.50 for The Egyptians -

Fourth to Seventh Dynasties

make it a total of $52.75,

and there's $1 .20 for the taxi.

- Talks incessantly.

- The body's good.

It'll be better

when we get through with it.

- Through with what?

- She might do.

Might do what?

The bones are good.

Suppose we leave my bones alone

and give me my $53.95?

The eyebrows up, a light powder.

I want a little rouge here.

She needs a marvellous mouth.

The hair is awful. It must come off.

Would you mind telling me

what all this is about?

We may as well get started. Babs,

get that dreadful thing off of her.

Now, wait a minute. Just a minute.

Don't! Stop!

This is my second and last encounter

with you lunatics.

You just keep your hands off me,

all of you.

I make a delivery and find myself

being pillaged and plundered.

Well, I'll have no more of it.

I don't want my hair cut.

I don't want my eyebrows up or down.

I want them where they are.

And I see no functional advantage

in a marvellous mouth.

I'm leaving now, and if anyone

makes a move to stop me

there'll be plenty of hair cut,

and it won't be mine.

Bring her back, girls, alive!

(women) Hurry up.

Hurry. Over here.

Hey,

didn't you see that light outside?

In desperation, one does not examine

one's avenue of escape.

Oh, it's you.

I'm sorry if I spoiled a print.

That's alright.

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