The Junk Shop Page #3

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going through this heap,

page by page,

and they found nothing.

You'll sooner find

King Solomon's buried treasure.

Venou!

No, it's Pepa, Pepa!

They cut them into little pieces!

Do you know all the films by heart?

No, I'm more of a theatre girl.

Well, how can you tell

which film is good?

A good film yields

eight bags of waste paper,

a poor one only two.

It'll take hours to weigh all this.

- What do you estimate?

- Seventeen quintals.

- Sixteen.

- All right.

Good Lord...

Good afternoon, Madam.

Good afternoon, Frantiek.

- Your former husband?

- No, my former chauffeur.

Yes, we had twelve rooms,

two maids and a chauffeur.

Our gardener would

come every morning and ask,

"What flowers would you like today?"

So, you've ended up like these books.

Formerly ten fifty each,

now twenty hellers a kilo.

Well, I used to own swings

and a shooting gallery, too.

And I could work two swings

at the same time.

God bless you, cheeky fellas!

I thought I'd drop in for a minute.

My boss has been arrested.

He's gone mad.

He broke up antique angel statues

into pieces.

A vermouth.

What's up?

Now we have to be

nice to each other, Granddad.

We'll be closing down

our Collection Centre.

It'll be turned into a cabaret hall

or we'll be selling gold there.

All this is about as true

as when you said I was pregnant.

Oh, my darling, how could I!

I was misunderstood.

I'd never say a thing like that.

I meant mentally pregnant!

You said nasty things about me.

- That she was pregnant.

- It was a mistake.

I never said she was pregnant.

Pregnant with beautiful thoughts!

And that's why I've brought nourishment

for your refined thinking.

- What will it be, darling?

- I'll let you decide.

- A vermouth?

- Sure.

- Are these love stories?

- Passionate, too.

"Magda's Destiny"

and "The Broken Bonds".

But "The Baron's Desire",

that's a masterpiece.

I can hardly wait!

Tell it in a few words...

One quiet, beautiful night...

...Vilma opened the French window

leading on to the terrace

and cried, "Oh, Baron!"

Then she said,

"Baron, do not utter such words.

"You are a married man

and I am an honourable maiden."

You know what, dear?

Lunch is on me.

The Baron fell on his knees

and whimpered,

"Vilma, love always

overcomes prejudice."

Then the Baroness entered, crying,

"Vilma, how could you admit

a married man at night?

"And I trusted you so!"

And then, my dear?

A terrible disaster.

I'd rather not say.

Never mind me.

I've buried two husbands already.

You're a lady, that's evident.

And in the last chapter,

the Baroness says to Vilma

who's lying on her death bed,

"Vilma, do you deny

having taken poison?"

And Vilma whispers,

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