Divine

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-You're not shy about singing!

-When I sing,I'm on top of the world.

Yes, and then you get ideas.

I've got them already

and I'm keeping them!

And not much else ... and you

a pretty girl!

Just wait, mama, things can change.

-Wait?

-Of course...for a letter.

-What does she want?

-I don't know.

Watch where you step, madame,

it's hard enough to grow things.

"Madame''! Don't you recognize me?

Bonjour, Mme Jarisse.

Oh, it's little Roberta. What are you

doing in the country?

Oh, my poor shoes and stockings.

Aren't you the great lady!

It's not like springtime in Paris, is it?

Let's go back to the house.

You must have stories to tell!

I'll tell you. Am I happy!

It's nice you come see your home.

It's pretty here, isn't it?

Oh, countryside, fresh air!

Ah, you bought a car. Looks great.

And what a car! Get in.

7 horsepower, covertible top, high

beams and low, radio.

Isn't it pretty? Not new, but it's

super luxurious!

You sure were hungry!

O soup, good soup, wonderful. I

have't had any for three years.

Want a bacon omelet?

Okay, but not much fat. I've got to

take care of my figure.

O your figure!

At least you've got a good appetite.

-You look superb.

-I don't complain.

-Is it true you act on stage?

-Yes, and dance too!

-Where?

-Where I act:
the Empyrean.

I'm pretty happy, except I broke

a bone.

Look.

I had to take 15 days off, so I said,

why not go see Grandmother.

-I was dying to.

-Not much, you took so long!

Heaven, hear them!

Mama, what do you think? I'll keep

Roberta. Night's falling.

-If there's room in your bed,

-Lucky we're skinny!

Talk about figures, yours isn't bad.

What are you going to do now?

Nothing till morning. Hens are shut

up, water's pumped, I go to bed.

No, I mean with your life. Are you

going to marry?

Whom? I'd rather to back to the

candy factory.

-What does it pay?

-18 francs a day.

And if I found you a job for 40

francs?

I'm going to tour with the revue

we're doing now.

You could take my place in the new

one we're rehearsing.

Because I want to go to Cairo, for

business.

-For what?

-That's English. Don't worry, you'll

get the hang on it.

Listen, get up...

go to the window, walk naturally ...

-Why?

-Because I say so. Go on.

Not like that. Walk naturally.

Pretend you're on stage, Queen of

the Fountains. Like this...

Isn't it great?

-It's ridiculous.

-Why do you laugh?

Is that how the Queen of the

Fountains walks?

Kid, you've a lot to learn. Don't

laugh at me when I'm trying to help

you. Now follow me.

Do as I do.

Mama!

Sleep!

If you have to show your body on

stage...

-Don't worry about it.

- ...what will your mother say?

Nothing, if it's a job and I'm not

doing anything wrong.

Are you afraid going to Paris?

Me? Did you see me afraid of

anything when we were kids?

Obviously it's not the Folies-Bergre.

It's kinda hick. But if you stand out...

Hey, Roberta, how's the gam?

So-so. Have you seen Victor?

Up in the prop shop.

Bonjour, Mme Gaby.

That's the ballet mistress.

Chicks with legs I can get 36 of in an

hour. No prima-donna-ing, see?!

That's the director. But you don't

have anything to with him yet.

Under 200 francs, Victor does

the hiring.

I forgot:
" Merde, double merde, and

merde again.'' That's to bring luck.

I'm here. Busy.

-Here she is!

-Here who is?

-My replacement.

-What's her name?

Ludivine Jarisse.

-Again?

-Ludivine Jarisse.

Is your name hinged in the middle to

get around corners?

Why not Artemisia?

-Take a look at her!

-Head's not bad. She looks stiff.

You haven't seen everything.

Look at her legs!

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