Zee and Co. Page #3

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- A pretty one.

- Yeah.

Well, wrap yourself up. It's very cold.

Would you like to be kissed... there?

No.

- There?

- Uh-uh.

- There?

- No.

Liar.

I lied to your wife.

I told her my husband was in the country.

- Whereas, in fact, he's dead.

- A-ha! That makes you a widow.

And a liar.

Where are we going to eat?

Well, do you want me to take you to dinner

or do you want to cook me an egg?

I don't know.

Why don't you cook me an egg, eh?

Because you can't cook.

No. I drop things.

You know how it is.

You get over being young

and then suddenly... you're young again.

I wish that we had met in a different place.

On a quiet road in the country

or a rainy afternoon in a tearoom.

Robert Blakeley, you said?

(Car horn)

(Classical music on radio)

Well, here I am.

I told you we'd meet again.

Some lunch?

Oh, thank you.

I just love eating in-between meals.

You know, I saw a funny thing just now.

A man sitting at a long table with six or

seven women opposite him, all Indian.

- What do you think they were?

- Indians?

No, I mean the relationship.

- Sisters maybe.

- Hmm...

I wish I had a sister,

someone to confide in.

I love your shop.

It's so clever.

Bet you can't guess why I'm here.

I'm not clairvoyant today.

I never am on Mondays.

Well...

I want you to dress me from head to toe.

Oh, excuse me, madam.

- Would you like me to put these

in the back? - Yes, do.

Mmm, lovely!

Boys as well?

- Oh, what a pretty thing.

- But I'm afraid that one's sold, madam.

That never deterred me, dear.

STELLA:
What are you?

I'm a 12.

Do you want to try it on in there?

Don't want everyone

to know you're a 12, do you?

Why not?

I'm proud of it.

Real men don't like skinny women.

They only think they do because

they're supposed to look better in clothes.

But what happens when the clothes come off

and you climb between the sheets

on a cold winter night?

Then they like to know

they're with a real woman.

RADIO:
That was... - I suppose it's

all right if you're a fashion model

or something.

But you can't expect a man to make love

to a picture in a magazine.

Of course, there are men who do make

some sort of love to pictures.

(Turns volume up)

- They're only interested in pictures,

not the women themselves.

Crikey! Who's gonna do this up for me?

(Music starts)

- Your husband.

Ah, but what happens when I'm not with him

and he's not with me?

That does sometimes happen, you know.

Mmm, what do you think?

No, no, it just doesn't fit. It's too big.

- I like it. I adore the color.

- It's made for somebody else.

Oh, I don't care. Please, Stella.

I want it. I've got to have it. Got to!

Gavin.

- Yes, madam?

- Bring a pad.

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