The Beautician and the Beast Page #5

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I don't love him.

Please, you have to help me.

This is something to discuss

with your father.

- No, I... No.

- Tell him how you feel. Assert yourself.

Trust me. He'll respect you for it.

- Who is it?

- It's me, Katrina.

Joy Miller!

You are here to teach my children,

not give them ideas about boys.

Stick to your duties and let this be

the last time I see you in this office.

- Now, go.

- I'm sorry. It'll never happen again.

- Screw up your kids if you wanna.

- What?

- What did she say?

- She found screw.

From leg of table. Check table legs!

Stop!

Don't shout. There's a man under here.

- This the only job you could get?

- Next!

For your information, this boy Katrina

is mooning over is a known agitant.

Have you ever met

a teenager that wasn't?

He and his friends are fugitives.

She'll have an arranged marriage,

just like me, just like her children.

That's just ridiculous.

Do you know what happened to the

last person who called me ridiculous?

- No.

- Neither do I.

It's been so long

since anyone's seen him.

All right. I'm sorry.

- You can dish it out but can't take it.

- Out, out, out!

Everybody out!

Not you.

Joy Miller...

This... Me making a statement,

you making a mumbled comment after.

No good. Here, I talk last.

Fine. I understand.

- Who could get a word in edgeways?

- You do it again!

Just teach my children. That's all.

- And don't do that thing again.

- All right.

You want to do it, don't you?

Doesn't it bother you

that your children fear you?

It is not fear. It is respect.

Oh, excuse me...!

You instil fear, you earn respect.

- Oh, no. He punctured you.

- Oh, it's nothing.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so bad with blood.

Maybe you need some hydrogen...

Mr President, the planning committee

for the summit has arrived.

Good day, Miss Miller.

Good day.

- What are you doing here?

- Relax. I came to say hello.

Are you insane?

You look, er... quite fetching

this evening, Miss Miller.

Who are you?

What happened to the little Nazi kid?

There is one area of my education

that has been neglected.

- And you are my teacher.

- You don't even like me.

I pretend not to

because I'm afraid you don't like me.

- I don't like you.

- We can't have everything.

Oh, my God! It worked. Are you OK?

- Leave me alone!

- Boy, you blow hot and cold.

Come on, Karl. Don't be that way.

This isn't you.

I know, but everyone expects

me to be like my father.

Take what I want, no questions asked.

He says that's what makes a great

leader. No wonder I hate politics.

You're entitled to your opinion.

What are you interested in?

I'm an artist. I want to paint.

Well, that's wonderful.

Does your father know about all this?

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