Love Me Tonight Page #3

the old skyhawk.

I'll tell him I need the money for charity.

To provide good homes for bad stenographers.

Flammand! Send that taxi away!

Uncle, now look, I've got to go back to Paris.

You can't. You're staying here permanently.

And if I hear any more about your debts, about bills,

I'll cut you off without a sou.

You understand? You imp... imp...

- What's the word?

- Impecunious.

- Impudent?

- No.

- Impostor!

- No!

- Impertinent!

- Ah, that's it!

- You impertinent jack... jack...

- Jackal?

- No no no...

- Well I'm sorry.

- Jackass?

- I wish you'd go to bed.

Jackanapes!

- Liar! Cheat!

- You'll be insulting me in a minute.

Nitwit! Numbskull! Nincompoop!

Lord, grant her rest be sweet and deep.

And knights go riding through her sleep!

Her own Prince Charming, young and bold.

Who came to Princesses of old.

- Never to us...

- Never to us...

Stir slowly...

Slowly...

And may it [...]

- I want the money for my shirts!

- And my shoes! And my hats!

You introduced him to us,

you said his trade will bring other business.

It will! We must be careful not to insult

the Vicomte de Barres.

- He comes from the old nobility, quick to take offense.

- And slow to pay!

- Maurice Courtelain?

- Yes.

I understand you made a lot of clothes

for the Vicomte de Barres...

Ah, you see, Monsieur, that I made a lot of clothes

for the Vicomte. If Monsieur will take a chair...

I'll show him samples.

Monsieur is a friend of the Vicomte?

Not at all. Do you know who I am?

Oh... now I understand.

Monsieur, why don't you try to forgive and forget?

This is Paris, city of romance, love.

Please, forgive the Vicomte and forgive also your wife.

I have no wife!

What is all this?

You are not the man who chased the Vicomte

in his BVDs?

Certainly not! I am the credit manager of the

Association of Retail Merchants!

I came here to tell you,

that not a tailor in Paris

will make that fellow a suit

without full payment. In advance!

You... you... you mean...

I mean, the Vicomte de Barres

never pays.

The Vicomte... Never pays...

- My shirts! - My hats!

- My boots! - My suits...

Gentlemen,

you have my profound sympathy.

The old nobility, eh?

Do you know what I'd like to do?

I'd like to have a crowd

march down there and attack that chateau!

- Wait! That's an idea...

- You think we could?

Just like in the old days?

What about the police?

I don't mean attack it in a crowd.

Let me attack it - alone!

I'll be a one-man French Revolution.

Let me have all the goods the Vicomte ordered.

I'll deliver them to the chateau!

And I'll make him pay!

Maurice!

I just heard you were going.

Let me husband drive you.

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