Bitter Moon Page #4

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♪ Maybe

♪ You mean

every word you say ♪

♪ Can't help but think

of yesterday ♪

♪ And another who tied me down

to loverboy rules ♪

♪ Before this river

♪ Becomes an ocean

♪ Before you throw my heart

back on the floor ♪

♪ Oh, baby, I reconsider

♪ My foolish notion

♪ Well, I need someone

to hold me ♪

♪ But I'll wait

for something more ♪

♪ Yes,

I gotta have faith... ♪

Isn't it dangerous?

Not if you know

what you're doing.

Why don't you use

an electric?

Americans like

electric things.

Ha.

Not this American.

I know.

It makes you feel macho.

Yeah.

You're a real tiger.

( laughs )

( laughs )

You think you're Hemingway.

Hemingway had a beard.

Let me try.

No way, no way.

I value my hide.

- Please.

- No.

Please, please,

just one little try.

( laughs )

Now who can refuse you

anything?

Eh eh, like this.

No, nuh-uh. Yeah.

Not too much of an angle.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

( gasps ) Ah.

Oscar:

Her *** was a neat,

discreet little cleft.

But as soon as

the animal within was roused

by my caresses,

it would stir,

draw aside the silken curtain

covering its lair

and become

a carnivorous flower.

A baby's mouth

greedily sucking my finger.

I loved to tease her ***

with the tip of my tongue

and then abandon it

wet and glistening,

like a little duck

dabbling in a pool

of pink flesh.

Right.

Nigel, come on.

Don't look so shocked.

Eh.

Steady on, old boy.

( laughs )

I'm only going

into such detail

to show you

how completely enslaved I was,

body and soul,

by this creature

whose dangerous charms

have made such an impression

on you.

I-- why--

why do you keep saying that?

You mean I'm mistaken?

Oh, all right.

I'll let it go.

Leave me with my memories.

No, I mean--

if in some way it helps you

to get it off your chest

or something--

What a compassionate fellow

you are, Nigel.

Actually, I-- to tell the truth,

I should be going.

My wife will think

I've fallen overboard.

You know, you'd have made

a very good analyst.

Not many men would have

listened to so much

for so long.

( chuckles )

Yeah.

Well, anyway,

thanks for the drink.

( door creaking )

What I can't understand

is why he'd think you'd

be interested

in all these sordid details.

I haven't a clue.

He probably lets his hair down

every time he corners

a captive audience.

Poor chap.

Poor chap?

He's a verbal exhibitionist.

- Right.

- It's his wife

I feel sorry for.

Yeah.

Did I mention I met her

in the bar last night?

- No.

- No, I didn't, did I?

Was she feeling better?

Yeah, much better.

Much better.

She's not bad-looking,

actually.

Thank you.

They're coming.

What?

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