The Blue Angel Page #3

Breakfast!

Morning, Immanuel!

Gute Morgen, huh,...

Good morning.

Breakfast, Professor!

Come on, darling.

The coffee gets cold.

Sit down.

Do you always snore, sweetheart?

I think I drank a little bit

too much last night.

Really? I wish I had your capacity...

One?

Two?

Three.

My, my... Sugar daddy...

Good?

Wunderbar... Marvelous!

See? You could have

this every day.

Why not?

I'm still a bachelor.

I have to go to school.

What did you say?

The school!

Hold still!

Here you are.

To remember me by...

Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?

Give me a kiss.

Do you love me?

Don't you?

Yes, yes! Sure, sure!

See you!

Morning, Professor!

Good morning.

Sit down!

Good morning, Professor!

I'll have you all put in jail!

Miserable brats!

Leave the classroom!

I'm sorry, my friend,...

...but you've left me no choice.

I must request your resignation.

Hello, Professor!

Don't you have anything to do?

Why did I ever marry you!

I've asked that myself.

Why are you standing around?

You know the way now.

Hello!

Awfully nice of you to

come and say goodbye!

My dear Miss Lola...

I...

Oh! What beautiful flowers!

Thank you!

Don't be so sad...

I'll be back next year.

Young Miss Lola,

if you permit me...

...to offer this too.

And may I also ask you to be my wife?

Wife?

Yes.

Oh, you're so sweet!

I hope you realize

the importance of this hour.

Ladies and gentlemen!

I will permit myself...

Won't you be quiet

for just five minutes?

Now the tears are going to be turned on.

Exactly like my own wedding.

If I had only had known you then...

instead of this 'magician'...

perhaps I'd be the wife

of a Professor instead of...

Now he's going to

Sit down!

And shut up!

All your wailing won't prevent me

from giving the professor...

a demonstration of my art.

Mister Professor,...

I will now commit myself...

to extract a few eggs

from your nose.

You see I have nothing concealed in my hands!

Attention please, Professor.

Watch me closely.

Sweetheart, let me have my suitcase.

You'll never make a living that way.

What's this?

Postcards, milord.

Of Mrs. Professor...

We sell them by the carload.

As long as I have a penny,

...these postcards will not be sold!

Pick them up anyway.

They may get dirty.

How's the business?

Two postcards...

Cheap crowd!

Cheap crowd?

He's got dirt.

Let him better take a shave!

You'd better look.

We're not at school!

You can't blame him.

You might get yourself cleaned up.

Anyway, you have no cause

to call the house a cheap crowd.

They give us a living,...

Yeah...

...a living...

...a fine living.

If you don't like it,

you can go.

I can go... I can go...

I'm through

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