Nikita Page #4

Champagne was a good idea.

Sorry.

I'm really pleased

to meet you. It's...

I haven't met her family before.

The others aren't worth it.

I'll put it in the fridge before it gets cold.

Delicious. Really. Wonderful, fine, light...

Stop. I'll never be able to match that.

One last compliment, okay?

I haven't seen her for a while. She's...

She's radiant.

I'm sure that's thanks to you as well.

My charm's really deceptive.

It's not immediate.

It can take 10 or 15 years.

Tell me, what was she like

when she was little?

No, Marco.

When she was 8 or so.

Marco, you promised!

It's him I'm asking, Marie, not you.

See? I can't even ask questions.

Do I ask you things?

No, but I wish you would.

I love you all the same.

See? She's a brick wall.

So people say.

Marie!

At 8, she was so pretty.

She had golden hair in a pigtail.

There was a cousin called Caroline.

Only Caroline could touch her pigtail.

No one else.

She wore a ribbon,

and always had white dresses.

I only saw her when the family

rented a farm in the summer.

Between the cousins and neighbors,

there were 20 kids,

always causing trouble together.

Marie had her specialty. She imitated frogs.

She'd squat by the pond

and jump into the mud,

going, "Croak, croak."

That cracked the other kids up.

She'd come back,

soaked to the skin,

but always with the same excuse:

"I slipped," she'd say,

in her quiet little voice.

That's just like her!

Has she told you what I do?

No. See, I can't ask her questions.

I work in a travel agency.

I'm one of the partners.

Two tickets to Venice.

An engagement present.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Mahogany?

I feel rough.

Mind the step.

This way!

Oh, no, not the gondola, Marie!

Not the gondola, not the gondola.

-I want you.

-Me, too.

-I'm thirsty.

-Me, too.

-I'm hungry.

-Me, too.

Copycat! Undo my skirt!

-Right away.

-It's undone.

No, take it off.

Take it off!

Here, hold this.

We'd like some San Daniele ham,

a portion of cheese

and two bottles of water.

We get thirsty after sex.

She's crazy.

What did he say?

He has the same problem.

It's all okay, then?

Don't move.

Josphine?

Josphine?

Yes.

The bathroom cabinet

has a secret compartment.

Fine, make that a green salad, then.

Thank you.

They're out of ham.

Call the management.

I want a bath.

Relax and wait for room service.

Josphine, in position.

The first items are under the sink.

Assembly completed.

Open the window.

There's no f***ing handle!

I don't care!

Sweetheart?

Yes?

Know what I'm thinking about?

No.

That day at the store. Your beauty.

I thought, "Life's a b*tch.

"I'll never have a girl like that

"to share my life with.

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