Queens Page #6

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The great Julius Cesar enjoyed

dressing up as a woman.

Will you order a Soncino salad for me?

I'll be right back.

This is the patient who's upset

because she's out of tranquilizers.

I want to talk to the dumb shrink

who disconnects his cell phone.

I did it again. On the train.

With a disgusting guy.

I'm so sorry I wanna die...

and besides, I think I have problems.

Dad?

- Dad, that's enough.

- What?

- Don't screw my boyfriend's mom.

- Right.

It's just a game.

And she likes to play it.

- Did you see her cleavage?

- No, I didn't notice it.

She has outstanding breasts.

You can't help looking.

- They're silicone.

- No way.

And if they were, so what?

Listen, son...

you...

...never screwed a woman, did you?

- Of course not.

Not even when you were younger?

A teenager? Never?

- Narciso's the only one I screwed.

- I don't believe it.

- Right. I'm sort of strange.

- You're like your mother.

If you never screwed a woman,

how do you know you don't like them?

You never screwed a man, but you

know you don't like them, right?

- It's not the same thing.

- Don't give me that now!

I wasn't fifteen when you left home

and disappeared...

until the Sergeant left you.

Now, two days before my wedding...

you want to discuss my sexual trends?

She wasn't a Sergeant.

She was a First Corporal.

- Can we meet later?

- So you can tell your friends about it?

- Don't try, or I'll punch you!

- I have a suite at the Palace.

I feel sick every time I remember

your ridiculous dick!

Come back here, redhead!

Come back!

- I warned you!

- Call the police!

No need to. I'm a police officer.

Thanks.

- Here.

- Thank you.

Do you want water?

There's a bar close by.

Drop me at my hotel, please.

- How embarrassing!

- Did you know him?

Only slightly.

Please don't tell my son

about it.

Thank you. Good night.

- What was that?

- A dog.

A dog!

What are you doing?

I don't know.

FOUR HOURS EARLIER

Dad, you know you can't drink.

It's not good for you.

Look... don't treat me like

I was your son.

You don't mind, do you?

No! I've worked with Almodvar!

Have we showed you

the apartment plans?

No.

- They're in the car. Come with me?

- Sure.

We're all a little aggressive,

don't you think?

Not me.

Great.

Our sons' relationship

doesn't change anything.

I find it strange. I've known your son

since he was small.

For years, he wore your son's

hand-me-downs.

True.

Do you mind

if I take my shoes off?

But my socks

are not Valentino's. Sorry.

Jacinto, we may be

putting up a front...

but you don't like my son

and I don't like yours.

You're formal, again.

- Jons is not in love with my son.

- No?

I wonder if he would hang around

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