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Damn!

Just what we don't need!

Who's the chick?

Cinderella.

Well, your Cinderella's got

a pistol this big in her bag.

It's her magic wand.

Good morning.

A cup of coffee, please?

Right away.

Your husband's waiting

over there.

You had to bring him, didn't you?

You just couldn't resist, huh?

Did you sleep well?

Where do I begin?

At the beginning.

I ran into this guy.

- Croissant with that?

- No.

- Piece of pie?

- No, thank you.

We got great desserts

but no buyers.

I ran into him near the house.

I ran some errands for my birthday

party. He helped me with the packages.

I thought he was nice...

...so I invited him

to the party that evening.

And he blew up the safe?

Well, yeah.

- But he gave everything back that night.

- Except the file.

He lost it.

This was in the mailbox

this morning.

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FRED.

Are you happy now?

I know I'm Little Orphan Annie

rescued by Daddy Warbucks.

You're smothering me,

Daddy Warbucks.

You're crushing me.

I need some air.

I didn't even cheat on you last night.

I didn't even feel like it.

I spent the night

watching fireworks instead.

It felt really great.

I'm sick of your way of life...

...sick of your schemes

and your smiles...

...even sick of your money.

Then why don't you get a divorce?

How much do I owe you?

Jean!

Take care of that young man,

and make it quick.

We're dining out this evening.

Be ready by 8:
00.

You could smile, you know.

When I smile, I feel like throwing up.

Which do you prefer?

- What is this hairdo?

- Iroquois.

- What?

- Iroquois.

- How!

- How are you?

I'm delighted to see you.

My goodness!

Raymond, over here.

Raymond!

Business matters!

You look good.

Were you on the Riviera?

Why, yes, I was!

Good for you.

It's been raining in Paris.

- May I take your coat?

- No.

- Are you cold?

- No, but I won't be staying long.

She said, " Don't buy from that dealer,

he's a fiend. "

I hate this.

Sorry.

Brigitte!

So I said to myself,

"He's giving you a good tip. "

What grade are you in?

My senior year. I mean,

it's my third try at my senior year.

Thanks. I hate this.

It was very awkward,

so I went back...

Stop! Tell your story

to someone else...

...because I don't give a f***

about all this bullshit.

Darling, what's the matter?

Mrs. Kerman,

is there a problem?

No. I was just telling your wife that

I don't give a f*** about her stories.

Helena, apologize immediately.

Apologize?

For what?

For putting up with his wife

for three hours?

Come sit here.

Maybe you'll be more amused.

Helena, leave the table at once.

Mr. Prefect, your dinner is pathetic

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