Sweet Charity Page #3

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Ooh, I hope your tight Italian

pants choke you to death.

Get me a taxi!

Ursula, stop acting

like a child.

Vittorio Vitale!

Hey! That's Vittorio Vitale,

the Italian movie star!

Ursula, I can

explain everything.

Don't touch me.

We're through.

I hate you. Do you hear me?

I hate you.

- She really knows him!

- Ursula, I merely said hello to that girl. Hello!

That's all! I do not want to discuss it.

Now you can't walk out

on me like this.

I can't?

Well, just watch me.

Just watch me. Watch!

Watch! You're not watching.

Where's my taxi?

Taxi!

Taxi!

You are coming back inside. I am not!

Oh, yes, you are.

No, I'm not!

Yes, you are.

Ow!

Ursula! Ursula!

Ursula!

Oh, scusi, signorina.

Scusi.

My pleasure.

Are you busy tonight?

Hey, he wants to know

if you're busy tonight.

No, you.

- Yes, you.

- Me?

- Are you busy tonight?

- What time?

Right now. Right now

is very good for me.

Get in.

I'm with him.

Oh, that girl.

She's driving me crazy.

These wild fits of jealousy. I can't

stand it any longer. She's impossible.

That was my first impression.

Childish, neurotic, selfish.

That was my

second impression.

Well, it's finished.

She's just not worth it.

Well, on the other hand, you know,

she's not so bad in the looks department.

Ah, yes.

Yes, you're right.

She is very beautiful. Well, I mean,

if you go for that sort of thing.

No, you are right.

You are absolutely right.

She is... gorgeous.

I think I just

screwed myself up.

Um, uh, I'm with him.

- Who's that with Vittorio?

- She doesn't look familiar.

- Who can she be?

- What happened to Ursula?

- Who is it? - Who

is it? - Who is it?

- Who is it? - Who

is it? - Who is it?

- Who is it?

- Who is it?

It's me.

Wow! This place sure is

crawlin' with celebrities.

I'm the only person here

I never heard of.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Ooh

Yeah, yeah

Ooh

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah

- Oh

- Oh

- Yeah

- Yeah

- Oh, oh

- Yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh

Oh

Give me yeah

Yeah

Oh yeah Oh yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Excuse me, Signor Vitale.

There is a phone call.

It's Ursula.

Look how she knows me.

No matter where I go,

she knows how to find me.

Well, I know her too. She'll cry and

plead with me to come to her apartment.

What should I do? Be

magnanimous and forgive her...

or be aloof?

Aloof sounds good.

You think so?

The aloofer the better.

I am not here.

Now I really feel great.

I could eat a horse.

I was only kidding.

Now we dance. Yeah, I

wasn't hungry anyway.

Oh!

Oh, damn it.

I'm so sorry. Really

I am. It's all right.

It's all right.

Where are we? My place. Come on.

Your place?

Hey, wait. Just a second.

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