Freaks Page #3

- Yes, Frulein.

Thank you, dear.

You'll spoil everything if he hears you.

What's the matter?

You ain't singing as usual.

This morning

I have such a big washing to do.

How's Hans?

I said, how's Hans?

Hans is fine. Danke, he's fine.

Frieda, something's wrong. What is it?

Nothing. Only...

That Cleopatra woman... My Hans...

- I cannot tell it.

- She's still after Hans, ain't she?

Yeah. Always she's smiling by him.

Well, if she smiles by somebody I know...

she'll have to buy herself

a new set of teeth.

Why is it we women

always has got to worry?

It's always been that way.

I guess it always will be.

Yeah. And, by me, she has no shame.

Always, when I can hear it,

she says to him:

"Many thanks, my darling, for the flowers.

"Thanks, my darling," for this...

and "Thanks, my darling," for that.

Always something he has given her.

Don't you worry, Frieda.

He doesn't love her.

That big horse.

Yes, but she keeps after him.

That's why I worry.

Why not pink tights?

You know. With spangles all around.

It will show her figure off more.

Nein. No tights.

Without tights.

You know, that soft, flimsy,

what-you-call-it stuff.

Where the figure shows through.

Why not like Lady Godiva?

Ja, that's it. And I'll hire her

to ride the back of my bull.

Dummkopf! What have you

on your shoulder for heads?

Swiss cheese?

- What's the matter, Cleo?

- I think I strained my shoulder last night.

Give a rub, will you?

Farther.

Down.

Over.

It's so good to be rubbed.

- Our cards, lady.

- What for?

A couple of rubbers from Berlin.

That reminds me. I had a swell dream

about you last night.

- You did?

- Yeah.

You were standing in a bathing suit

on a rock. You know, like a statue.

The wind was blowing through your hair,

the waves were washing around you.

And your figure. How it stood out.

It looked great.

Say, you have got a good figure.

Do you think so?

- Sure.

- Phroso.

Did you try that gag I told you about?

Yeah, I did, and it was a wow.

Get up here, Johnny. I'll show it to you.

I did what you told me,

and it laid them right in the sawdust.

Watch this, Venus.

- Hello, Venus.

- Hello, Johnny.

Phroso, what else did you dream?

Then the dream changed. We was in Paris.

- Paris?

- Yeah, at the opera, right in the front box.

- We were all dressed up.

- What did I have on?

And did I look swell.

Everybody was pointing at me.

They were saying,

"That's Phroso, the clown."

And was I embarrassed.

- Did they say anything about me?

- Sure.

- What did they say?

- Hit me.

Go ahead. Hit me.

On the head. Hit me.

That's how it is. You don't think it's funny.

It's sad, is it? It will just panic them,

that's how sad it is.

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