Quartet Page #6

It's me, Cissy.

Cicely Robson.

Oh! Yes, of course. Course it is.

Yes, do come in.

Ah, lovely room. Bigger than mine.

- How nice to see you.

- You haven't unpacked yet.

I've been telling everyone

you still look like a young girl.

Well, I don't feel it.

Look. Huh.

I'm on the waiting

list for a new hip.

Oh, dear. Lovely jewels.

You look beautiful.

You haven't changed a bit.

Did they serve you breakfast

in your room?

Course.

Who are all these children?

It's probably Reggie

giving one of his classes.

Yes, of course.

Reginald Paget's here, isn't he?

Yes.

Now I'd like to ask if any of

you have a favourite singer.

Don't be shy.

- Lady Gaga?

- Lady Ga-who?

I'm sorry. Lady Gaga.

I don't know about Lady Gaga.

Anyone else? You?

Do you like Lady Gaga?

Nah, Lady Gaga's pop.

I like hip-hop, period.

'Hip-hop, period'?

Is that the same as rap?

No, it's different, slightly.

- Would you mind telling me what rap is?

- Tell me what opera is.

No, yes, uh, well, yes,

I will... I will eventually.

No, you tell me what rap is

and then I'll tell you what opera is.

How about you tell me

what opera is

and then later on I'll

tell you what rap is?

There you go.

What can I do?

Uh, well, you know, originally,

it was people just like you

went to the opera.

Casual clothes, they took food,

they took alcohol, they threw things.

Anyway, that was

a long time ago

that rich people

took over the world of opera

with their fancy dress,

and they took the soul out of it,

they made it something that it's not.

What is it?

Uh, what is it?

Would you wait for me, Cissy, dear?

What? Oh, sorry, sorry.

I'm so excited.

Even I... even I... I've woken up

with the black dog on my shoulder

from time to time,

and it doesn't last for long.

You see, how could it? Because everyone

here looks after each other and...

Make up your mind, dear, please.

And there's so much to enjoy here,

people coming and going,

new faces, old friends,

new hobbies.

What's that dreadful noise?

I'm meant to be in there.

Side to side, basic.

Cissy, you're missing my class.

Come in, darling.

Forward and back.

Nice, hips, move those hips.

Side to side now. Shake it, ladies.

Shake it.

This is not a retirement home,

this is a madhouse.

God.

Hello.

Jean? Jean?

Birthday benefit gala,

emergency, top secret.

- Jean. - Didn't that used

to be Bobby Swanson?

- Yes. - Well, he didn't

seem to recognise me.

Isn't that odd?

'Birthday benefit gala,

emergency, top secret'.

Oh, whose birthday?

Mine isn't till January 6.

No, no, no. Not yours, darling, no.

No, Verdi's birthday.

There's a benefit gala

and we're all expected to perform.

- Wha...? Perform?

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