Woman Times Seven Page #2

There is one poor girl I know

who keeps her man in clover...

and the doctors have even told her

he's a mental case.

But he feels like a god...

because she's working for him...

and he takes care of her

twice a day...

and she even went out

and bought him an air conditioner.

Who is this poor idiot?

It's me!

I'll lend you one of my regulars.

He's a nice one.

I'll set it up for you.

Don't forget your husband.

When you saw him

all wrapped up in your bed,

kissing your friend.

She's not my friend!

She's a cheap whore!

Good! Keep it up!

Even if you insult the business.

I like her like this. Tough.

Come on! Hurry!

Don't be afraid.

Remember to tell him

this poor girl's problem, Jeannine.

Why? Is she underage

or something?

This is a sweet revenge

for all of us.

Take a picture of it,

then tell your husband...

to stick that one

in the family album.

Judge, this nice lady

wants to take my place one time.

That is, if you don't mind.

You don't mind a little change,

do you, Judge?

Now I can go back to work

a little happier.

He's naked!

He's driving that car

absolutely bone naked!

Not a stitch on!

But, listen, the judge

is a very busy man.

Well, there it is, girls.

She's an amateur.

You got a big mouth and no guts.

I want to go home!

Good. You go home

to your little cheating man.

- Hey, the law!

- Police!

Come on. Hurry up.

Maybe it's better

if I have someone take you home.

No, it's not very far.

But if the cops grab you,

you'll go in for the night.

All right.

Thank you very much.

If you change your mind again,

I'll be here.

- I can always give you a hand.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You know, it really gets me...

that you are going to let him

get away with it.

No, but I'm going to leave him!

I really am!

I'm going home now...

and I'm gonna pack my bags...

and then I stay

in a hotel room tonight...

and, tomorrow,

I pick up my children.

I'm really going to leave him.

I heard that before.

Come on.

That's my air conditioner man.

He wanted a sports car, too.

Take my friend home, Didi.

I'll tell you about it later.

Okay, get in.

Hey, Judge!

I don't want

to know your story, honey.

But someone like you, with class...

if you got together with someone

who knows the ropes...

and who pays off every morning

when your shift is done...

you could get yourself a fur coat

and a silver tea set in a month.

Don't you want a silver tea set?

I already have one.

You could stick the money

in your shoe.

Got to think of that old age.

You do think about your old age?

Yes, I think about it.

Stop! Stop!

Thank you, Didi.

Well, you jumped

right in the cesspool!

Open your eyes.

Speak to me, my darling!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes