Calle Mayor: Juan Antonio Bardem 1956 Page #4

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Let's go.

Well, charmed

- Careful.

- Thanks.

- I haven't seen it.

- It's beautiful.

But I'm very sentimental.

All romantic films delight me.

Especially the American ones.

Why? Are men more

handsome?

Not that. It's the houses. Have you

seen the kitchens they have?

White, clean and stupendous.

Why do you laugh?

I remembered Federico. He'd

be arguing with you right away.

Telling you that what you see

in American films is false,

that it's a lie.

But it's so pretty,

even if it is a lie.

I understand. That's why people

enjoy flirtatious compliments.

Well, in your case I don't mean

to say that they are a lie.

Nevermind. Don't try to

take it back, it's worse.

- And now? Why do you laugh now?

- Because of you. You blushed.

Me? Maybe.

- It's not cold, is it?

- No.

It's curious that we had never

talked till today.

Yes.

- Do you know the Sols?

- Those parrots?

Forgive me. I'm a rude man.

They're my friends. I have very

few unmarried friends left.

I'm getting old.

Don't say silly things.

What does your boyfriend do?

Why do you ask me that?

Every one knows I don't have one.

I think I'll be single forever.

- No, woman.

- Yes, man. No doubt.

It's not too bad,

except for the children.

- Do you like them?

- Very much.

- And do you enjoy it?

- What?

If you enjoy living in a lodge.

What can I do?

How's it called?

Grand Lodge Castillo.

Oh, Mrs. Obdulia's lodge

Do you know her?

Mother does. She's also

an officer's widow.

When I came I was

for a few days... Goodbye.

...a few days in the Grand Hotel.

Oh, that hotel must be...

goodbye... very expensive.

Yes. And furthermore,

it is not the same.

Yes, of course, it's not the same.

Isabel, would you like us to go...

- Pardon?

- If you want to go for a drink.

Oh, no, thank you very much.

It's very late.

As you wish, but it's not late.

It's just that mother is alone

at home... Goodbye.

But it won't take long.

You're very kind.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Poor girl. I feel sorry for her.

You're a fool. I can't imagine

what she has done to you.

- She exists.

- And takes a walk everyday.

Like all women.

They take strolls when they are

young, but then they get married.

And if they don't?

Then they shut themselves at home

and don't dare to show up.

It's true. In last year's ball

she stuck with my wife and me...

What a dreadful night!

Of course. Who will want

to dance with her?

And who will go for a walk? All girls

of her age are married,

or became nuns or

are working in the kitchen.

But she goes on and on.

And she looks at you

in such a way...

Let's move on, no?

I bet that Isabel will say yes to the

first man who proposes to her.

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