The Beautician and the Beast Page #2

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something more out there for me.

- I love you, kiddo.

- I love you, Ma.

So, Miss Miller,

I need some information.

- Where were you schooled?

- I went to the Sassoon Academy

but graduated from

the Barbizon School.

I read that you're having

some internal problems.

Young people with too much spirit

and no patience.

Democracy takes time.

It's nothing to worry about.

Don't open the window!

So, whatever classroom supplies

you need, the castle will provide.

Well, just the usual. A couple

of heads, cotton balls, mousse...

- You'll need a moose?

- It's more like gel.

Hold that a minute.

Here we go. Here we go.

A little bit. This is the extra-hold kind.

You've got some nice hairline, mister.

Miss Miller,

what exactly do you teach?

Beauty culture.

- I'm dead. My life is over.

- What's the problem?

- I thought you taught science.

- Teach it? I didn't even pass it.

I must make list of things I've never

done and do them in the next hour.

Excuse me, I am the victim here.

This was supposed to be my big break.

I gave up my job, my family...

We're in a no-win situation.

Why not make the best of it?

- You teach beauty school!

- I know that, and you know that.

You Americans

and your positive thinking.

Some situations, the big-toothed

person cannot get you out of!

You're just palpitating a little.

Breathe deep. Breathe deep.

- There we go.

- Oh, Mama.

- I don't even know your first name.

- Iriyaski lvanovich.

I'll call you Ira.

Ira, I used to give pedicures to women

who wore plastic shoes in summer.

- What's a tougher gig than that?

- That.

- Who's that?

- His Excellency, Boris Pochenko.

His Excellency? I thought you said

he was a president.

Semantics. Please, come.

Nobody seems very happy.

In Slovetzia, hard work today,

happiness tomorrow.

Oh, you startled me,

Prime Minister Kleist.

This is Miss Miller, the children's tutor.

I present our Prime Minister.

- Leonid Kleist.

- Welcome to my country.

I trust everything is to your liking.

- If you need something, ask...

- Well...

...him.

- Oh!

Nice meeting you!

- This will be your room.

- Oh.

Many great men have stayed here.

Castro, Khrushchev, Tito...

I'm sure I'll be very comfortable.

- Could I get a blanket without a head?

- Please, Miss Miller, of course.

Now, your audience

with His Excellency is in one hour.

- One hour?!

- Yes.

You want me to make

a good impression. Get out.

- Hurry.

- I gotta get refreshed.

Well, where is she?

Did we just go through all this

for nothing?

Where is the teacher?

Someone must know.

Please, Mr President.

She's still in her room.

But she'll be here very soon.

Oh, my God! Oh, Mr President.

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