Woman Times Seven

Paulette, that's enough.

That's enough, Paulette.

You must think of yourself.

You must be reasonable.

Thank you, Jean.

Doctor, please talk to her.

She hasn't eaten anything all day.

Paulette, life goes on.

You're young.

You have a full, rich life

in front of...

You have a full, rich life

in front of you...

and it's not me that's saying that.

It's Claude.

He'd want me to say that.

But he shouldn't have...

He shouldn't have left me alone.

You're not alone.

You'll always have

your devoted Annette.

And if you'll permit...

there is also me.

Those are not just words.

They come from my heart.

They've been there

since the first moment I saw you.

Paulette, there's a hole.

Paulette, don't leave me hanging

in midair.

Say something.

Say no, but say something.

When I bought my farm,

I was thinking of you, Paulette.

I pictured you,

your hair streaming back...

riding across the camarde

on a beautiful horse.

You know what I have named

my prize Arab filly?

I have named her... Paulette.

Have you ever tasted milk,

fresh from the cow...

before they take

all the goodness from it?

I'll bring it to you

every morning in bed...

like a servant.

Claude liked milk so much.

And then in a month or so,

we'll be able to pick the apricots.

I have over 800 trees,

full of apricots.

Shall we gather the apricots together

at my farm in Mjean, Paulette?

Filthy beasts.

They've no respect,

not even for...

Poor widow.

Is Mjean far from here?

By car, it's only eight hours away.

It's too far away from Claude.

Well, I have

another little place in Orlans.

That's not even an hour away.

You must try to understand, Jean.

I don't want to leave Paris.

He was born here.

Paulette, you must forget

about these things.

Then let's go overseas.

You decide where.

I don't know.

Paraguay. What about...

Paraguay?

Isn't there a revolution

going on there?

Well, there was,

but I understand...

that the government

has it sorted out now, I'm sure.

Maybe Honduras, huh?

Must be sad there.

I've never heard anyone talk about it.

My passport's expired.

Well, that's no problem.

I'll take care of everything.

You need two photographs,

your birth certificate...

your husband's permission.

In this case...

But, Paulette...

life will be ecstatic together.

You didn't expect me, did you?

Giorgio!

Nanette!

In my own house!

In my own room

and in my own bed!

I spoke to her in Italy this morning.

She was supposed

to get back tomorrow.

Get dressed.

Mama mia, get dressed.

Why did we ever move here

in the first place?!

She wasn't to be here.

Foreign sales representative!

People like me!

Let me explain.

Maria Teresa, there is nothing

between me and Nanette.

Absolutely nothing!

I can swear to you!

Keep away from me!

Stop! Don't get it out...

out of proportion!

But I took this job

because I love you!

You are going to be so sorry

for this!

No! Maria Teresa!

Try to understand!

And are you gonna get

some of your own medicine!

I'm going with the first man

that I find on the street!

I am!

And right now!

It's not right! it's not fair!

Filthy, filthy, rotten liar.

Jehane, who's that for?

She's out of her territory.

Looks high class.

Jeannine!

Don't know her.

Shut up.

- You feeling bad?

- No.

Well, she's not deaf.

Maybe she's just dumb.

She is no working girl.

You can see that much.

Why?

What's so different about her?

Everything!

And look at her shoes.

This one's no walker.

Got man trouble, cheri?

"Go to Rome," he always tells me.

"Go to Rome

and visit your parents.

"And take the children.

"They have sunshine there,

and there's fresh air. "

The filthy, filthy hypocrite!

Well, am I right, or am I wrong?

Course you're right...

and if you want to pay him back,

do it right away.

Yes, it's the only right thing to do.

But don't cry.

These animals won't pay for tears.

They want you full of laughs.

I'm not crying.

It's just that I'm so angry.

Then what are you waiting for?

Get up onto the curb

and get to it.

There are a lot of clients

around here tonight.

Hey! What is this?!

The social hour?!

There's a customer down there...

been straining at the leash

for a half-hour!

Go on! Get to it!

Slave driver!

He'd even make me work

on Christmas Eve.

You know,

if we got ourselves organized...

we could go on strike

every once in a while.

What a great idea.

There are thousands

of hungry little housewives...

just waiting to take our place.

Lost your courage already, heh?

But you swore to pay him back.

Come on, cheri.

No, let's get a nice one for her.

I'll call Jacques.

Besides everything else,

he's a very cultured man.

Is your husband light or dark?

He's dark.

Okay, then we'd better

get you a blond.

The baby doctor.

No, that one smacks you around

while he's at it.

And he never pays up, either.

But she's just out for revenge.

- She could go for free.

- Oh, no, you don't!

That would wreck the market!

Make them pay,

and through the nose!

Whatever she gets,

she's got to frame it...

and put it on the mantelpiece.

And then her husband

never forgets it.

No, she should leave him

in the dark.

One day, you tell him

you made it with another man.

The day after, you deny

the whole thing, understand?

And he'll follow you around

like a little dog...

because he isn't sure.

That's the way they all are.

And women are worse.

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