Ginger and Fred Page #4

What's so funny?

You're really a good dancer.

I'm sorry, I've never seen you dancing,

but I still wasn't born.

I understand you.

- May I talk with you?

- Yes, please.

I feel so sad, so alone, Mrs. Ginger.

People don't understand me

this is the only reason why

I accepted all this.

My trial will be a scandal.

- Which trial ?

- You don't know anything.

And instead people should know.

My trial will be next month in Bologna.

Do you know how they will call me ?

I won't say the word

because you are a real lady.

- Do you want some wine?

- Thanks, just a little bit.

You too, Mrs. Ginger?

- Yes, me too.

- Immediately.

I always feel this pain!

Who'll care about those poor boys?

Is that right, that

nobody will care abobut them?

I'm sorry, I guess you take care

of abandoned children.

Enjoy your dinner, madam.

Good evening.

Hear this rock music, I like it so much!

It makes me feel something!

Me too.

This is my problem. All those

youg healthy, strong, handsome men

locked in a prison for many years,

cold and dark and with no love,

how can they live?

Mine was a call,

a vocation.

Vocations do exist, right?

Well, sure.

One night in dreams

I saw a nice dark-haired man,

watching me from the prison.

Moving his lips like this.

Help, help...

Someone you already knew?

I still have goose flesh.

I never saw him before, I swear.

Please listen to the rest, Mrs. Ginger.

One day I was with a friend,

who's brother is in prison.

And here's the miracle.

- I was there and, who do I see?

- Who did you see, him?

That one, handsome, black haired.

The one of my dream.

- Isn't this a vocation?

- Maybe it is, I can't tell.

Then he introduced me to a mate,

then others...

And now I'm on trial because of

what I was bringing to those poor men!

- Excuse me but, what did you bring to them?

- What?

His bottom!

That's the guy's vocation!

You can tease me, my friend.

But in America, and this is the truth,

they're experimenting

fetus transplant

to allow men's pregnancy. Finally!

So, if God wants,

we'll have children too

our children, inside us and

fed with our body's blood.

Those americans are geniuses!

One of my friends lives in Baltimora

and he earns a lot of money.

He's going to try. Maybe one day

I'll be able to try too, what do you think?

Guys, you're all invited to the night club.

Are you coming too, madam?

- I have to say no.

- We'll have fun.

I can't leave the hotel,

I'm waiting for a phone call.

Thanks for inviting me.

I wish you have fun.

It's a pity, madam.

I'm in the right mood tonight.

Kafka, Proust,

You're all my guest.

I want to be the baby's godfather!

Come here, Rita Hayworth !

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