Viva Maria! Page #2

Like being drunk on too much champagne

Discovering this gallant heaven

In love there is always a winner

Because Paris will always be Paris

Because Paris will always be Paris

This will revolutionize show business.

If Papa could see me now.

Go get some clothes on,

I'll take you to the ball.

I don't know how to dance, I'm sorry.

I'd like a drink.

So that's liquor?

I like it.

You little scamp.

But, Mother, I'm 17 and a half.

Drunk at your age.

You've plenty of time for that later.

What is Rodolfo doing?

He's inventing the perfect weapon,

a gun with a crooking barrel...

so he can shoot around corners.

It's an obsession.

What a pity.

He's kind of nice for an Englishman.

Werther, it's our waltz.

Ja, our waltz.

What did he say?

He spoke to me of love.

I might've known.

I'm not sure what love is.

But I'm dying to be educated.

Love is marvelous.

Look at Madame Diogne.

Werther, I feel like I'm floating on air.

Pleasant dreams.

Aren't you girls going to bed?

Listen, one month ago in Porto Visto...

Janine, poor Janine...

showed me a man standing on a balcony...

who was devouring my every move.

He was Spanish, but he acted French.

At my curtain call,

he tore the flower from his lapel...

threw it at my feet, then left without a word.

You'll never believe it...

but this went on after every performance

for one whole week.

- Was he handsome?

- In a way.

He was more distinguished.

All man.

Hard to resist.

So the last night, I picked up his flower

and threw it back to him.

He understood.

He took me to supper. He was very correct

and gallant in all things...

a little awkward.

Go on.

We had to leave

by the next morning at dawn.

When I left, he was still asleep.

- I didn't even wake him.

- Why didn't you stay with him?

I hardly knew him. Are you mad?

That's how it is. That's show business.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

Still, if I ever do meet the man of my life...

I'm sure I'll know him at first sight.

What do you take me for?

Marie isn't back yet.

Mary? No.

Come on, come on.

Good morning.

I'm bushed.

You were right.

Love is too marvelous for words.

You left my life for no reason

You left my sight for no reason

In the fountain

In the fountain where the peacock slept

In the fountain where the peacock slept

You can chose between

two legs or two eyes

One must always have two

to seek a fortune

But blonde or brunette

In Paris they are better

One equals two

And two makes only one

Ah! Women

Parisian women

I multiply one

I multiply two

It's unfortunate

that they are such a problem

Ten times or a hundred times

It's too dangerous

God have mercy

Get rid of them both

Ah! Women

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