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It's beautiful! Thank you.

But I can't talk to it.

Good day,

Madame Baroness.

And good day to you, Mr. Baron.

Holy virgin.

What's the matter, Rosa?

But the Madame is so white.

Is she really American?

I'm sorry to say, there are

a great many black Americans.

What do you really

think of your mistress, Rosa?

She's so beautiful.

Well, you're beautiful too, Rosa.

No, I'm a fat duck.

A different hairdo,

a few less pounds...

Well, I'm afraid you'll never change

our Rosa into

a Gloria Swanson.

However, there's no harm in trying.

I will see you later, darling.

I have things to do at dinner.

I could myself

for having made such

a production of it.

Seems sort of strange

that your husband

never really suspected

anything before now.

He just couldn't see

what was going on.

You know, when someone's

been around for years.

The main thing is that it's all over now.

Marka's gone,

and now I have Rosa,

and it makes me happy

just to look at her.

Do you remember Chicago?

We didn't work for weeks.

And you tried to convince

me you weren't hungry.

You're drinking too much, Anne.

It can fool your Baron, but not me.

What's going on?

I never try to find comfort in friends.

All you get is the truth.

All right, so I'm not

as happy as I should be.

And you want to know why?

Because my marriage...

Okay, on my wedding night

I was too sleepy.

Then came the shock,

my nervous breakdown,

and so we still haven't

been in bed together.

Do you understand?

Then, uh...

there's still time

for you to leave him

and come back

to the stage with me.

No, on the contrary.

He's a wonderful man.

So sweet, so patient.

He knows how to wait

without even giving me

a guilty conscience.

I'd wonder about that.

But then,

I'm the suspicious type.

I mean...

I'm hardly the one to give

the right answers, Anne.

I know, I'm sorry.

I'm thoughtless as usual.

But I had to talk to someone.

You can always count on me.

You know that.

There's nearly always.

I'll be leaving soon, Anne.

Leaving?

Yeah. I have to get

back to the States to...

find a new partner.

I was afraid there'd be tears.

Why don't we say good-bye

right here and now.

You know, the brave soldier bit,

the smart salute.

The whole bag.

No, I'll go to the door with you.

It has to be done right,

even the good-bye kiss.

You'll remember, no thanks,

just a yankee dime.

What's the matter, Anne?

Look closely at this one.

What do you see?

Nothing.

I don't mean to knock

your husband's work,

but... I can't stand

this type of...

Just a second, you'll see.

Watch.

Aw, come on, Anne.

If you want to let

your imagination go,

you'll probably find a face in

any one of these drawings.

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