Calle Mayor: Juan Antonio Bardem 1956 Page #5

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- Who proposes what?

- To get married.

- Me.

I meant that it's my turn.

That's a relief...

What a great prank!

You just gave me a terrific idea.

Me? Why me?

Out of solidarity

with your friends.

- You're our friend, aren't you?

- He's nobody's friend.

He's from Madrid, of course.

Come, stay quiet.

But of course I'm your friend.

But why me?

Just because.

Don't be an idiot, Can't you see that

Baldie and I are already married?

I'm from here and people

know all about me.

Yes, we're going.

You're from here. So what?

Everyone knows how I am

and she wouldn't believe me.

When we pulled that prank

on Don Toms

we all did what you

told us to, didn't we?

- He's a wuss.

- Right on.

Me? I have the guts for that

and anything else you want.

So why do you keep

talking so much?

I wanted to be informed...

So, will you do it or not?

Of course.

We promise not to laugh!

Listen, Juanito!

Maybe with this thing...

- What did you tell him, you dirty boy?

- I told him that...

Oh, this guy, this guy,

what a prank he has pulled.

Good work tomorrow.

Take it easy, don't scare her away.

Goodbye, Don Juan.

Regards to Isabel.

- Won't you have your breakfast?

- Good morning, nanny.

- If you're not taking your breakfast...

- But it is Monday today.

So what?

You know perfectly well,

don't make me talk.

- What are you staring at? Do I look

bad? - Terrible.

You have the face of a nun. You

never go out and get fresh air.

- Nanny, don't exaggerate.

- I don't.

Let's see, what are you

doing today?

I must go to the Cathedral,

have the communion and then...

And then the usual stuff. And

your mother is happy about it.

And what's her fault in this?

She incites you, and if she can

she will accompany you.

That's fine with her,

she who has done it all,

who is a widow, and a fat

Andalucian. But you..

Do you know how old you are?

- Yes.

- Say it, don't be afraid.

- 35

- And no man in sight.

Young lady, as your mother would say.

"Wake up or you'll end up

like dry tuna on a plate".

Don't cry. Don't cry, silly.

I'm telling you to react.

I want to be a grandmother.

Well, your mother will be the granny.

I'll blow up your children's noses...

- Isabelita, sweetheart.

- Yes, mummy.

- It's the Mother Abbess...

- Help me, come on.

- I'll be outside...

- Yes, mother.

And stop chatting with

that old woman.

Go, hurry up.

- Listen... Who was that?

- Who?

Who, who... as if we hadn't seen

you last night, your mother and me.

- No one.

- Come on, child.

- No one?

- No one.

- Nothing?

- Nothing, nanny.

- But nothing, nothing?

- Nothing, nothing.

Alright, then.

Nanny is getting crazier everyday.

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