Anna Magdalena Page #4

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Look at you. So violent.

The fever has made you demonic.

I never saw anything like that.

Look

People will think it's a hickey

I don't know lions are into S & M

They're just like you

I want to get some cigarettes

Why are you so violent?

Now you know what noise pollution is.

Well? Go!

Your piano's wacky

like you.

No wonder you never sound right.

Chan Kar-Fu knows how to tune a piano.

Your flatmate?

He's a professional.

That prig?

He's really cute.

You just don't know him.

He's better than you anyway.

At least he has a job.

A novelist by profession

and a horse gambler by moonlight.

I'm awfully busy.

Now leave. You're bothering me.

I don't want to

Your piano it's making eyes at me.

Oh really?

The piano is feminine in French.

That makes it a woman.

All women make eyes at me.

Don't patronize me.

The piano is masculine in French.

Je suis tres occupee!

Is that French again?

Oui. It means I'm awfully busy.

I don't have time this evening.

Something I say all the time.

Well then go on, leave

Get lose, go away!

Hey relax. Let's do a duet.

What is it? Are you so ill that

you've lost all appetite?

Don't waste food.

Why're you so hungry this early?

What did you do last night?

That's for me to know and you to find out.

Picked the quinella for Race 3

paid over $3,000.

What injustice!

This world is really twisted!

Sh*t. It's guys like us that

make guys like you look good

so useful and so practical.

Which means you won't be looking for a job?

I will, after the racing season.

In any case you won't be

working today, is that right?

Give me a break!

A lot of struggling artists have patrons.

Van Gogh has his brother and I have you.

When I become a novelist rich and famous...

I'll save you a big room

in my mansion on Red Hill Peninsula.

You, a novelist?

You haven't produced one single page.

Nag nag nag.

You're becoming more and more

like my mother. Nag nag nag!

Talk talk talk.

You have enough saliva to make tea.

By the way that b*tch upstairs...

asked me out this weekend.

That b*tch upstairs?

Sure. She's the b*tch upstairs

and you're the tortoise downstairs.

I thought you didn't dig her.

Not so fast.

We're only going out.

For how long?

I'll call quits when I'm tired.

It won't go on all day.

I'm asking every time

you pick up a new chick

how long does the relationship last?

Word like "pick up" and "chicks"

They don't exist in my lexicon.

So, you want to go?

No.

No?

Mok Man-Yee, I kiss you!

Yau Muk-Yan watch your mouth!

Let us kiss Chan Kar-Fu!

Good

Chan Kar-Fu, I kiss you!

I've lost my voice from all the shouting

Got a throaty?

No

What about cough syrup?

No

American ginseng?

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