The Private Life of Don Juan Page #4

Tonight.

- Did they think it was me?

- They did.

Well, there's only gonna be

one Don Juan in this world.

[ Leporello ]

He's gone!

- Look! He's taken your diary!

- I'll find him and I'll kill him!

[ Knocking ]

- [ Knocking Continues ]

- [ Man ] Let me inI

- You can't come inI

- [ Men Arguing ]

- You can't get in!

- I'll kill him! I'll kill him!

- Who do you want to kill?

- That scoundrel Don Juan!

- Don Juan? Why?

- He made love to my wife.

- When?

- Last night.

Last night?

Last night.

I am Don Juan.

Come on!

- What?

- Yes - Oh.

I beg your pardon.

Is your wife charming?

- She is lovely.

- Lovely.

Thanks very much.

Come on!

- [ Gasps ]

- [ Don Juan Laughing ]

Lovely? When did you tell her

that she was lovely?

When did you send her

a basket of flowers?

When did you whisper words

that sent shivers up and down her spine?

Not for years.

Because you were married.

You just owned her,

like a monkey, a fiddle...

so that a miserable bungler

could come and take her away from you.

Why should a lovely wife

be faithful to you?

Clown. Yokel!

Boob! Husband!

How long have you been married?

- Six years.

- Six years.

- When did you tell her that she was lovely?

- Every day.

When did you send her

a basket of flowers?

Every day!

Are you... romantic?

Every day!

Oh. Kick him out.

He's a bore.

Your impersonator

must have been very busy last night.

I wonder why he ran away.

I'll find him and I'll kill him.

- Pepitta!

- Hmm?

We are sold out, and everybody hopes

that Don Juan will come to visit you.

- And over there?

- At the Black Cat?

- Mm-hmm.

- Empty!

- Come along, darling. Hurry up!

- [ Pepitta Giggling ]

[ Castanets Clicking ]

- [ Cheering ]

- Pepitta! Pepitta! Pepitta!

[ Flamenco ]

[ Castanets Clicking ]

- Full?

- No. Empty.

They've all gone over

to the Golden Pheasant to see Pepitta.

- Pepitta? That old battle horse?

- Old?

Twenty-six at least.

I'm 19 , and I can dance. She can't.

No, but Don Juan kissed her

yesterday afternoon.

Don Juan! Even his kiss

can't make her a good dancer.

No, perhaps not.

But what publicity!

Well, if Spain doesn't know anymore

what good dancing is, then - then -

Then what?

Then -Then it's no wonder that our fleet

was beaten by the English.

Oh, you can't argue with the public.

They expect Don Juan at the Golden Pheasant.

Don Juan! The man with

the worst taste in Spain!

- Worst?

- The worst!

Well, if you want my opinion,

you'll get ready for your turn.

And if you want my opinion,

I refuse to dance to an empty house.

And if you want my opinion,

you'll get the sack if you don't!

[ Gasps, Sighs ]

Here I am, darling.

How wonderful of you, Don Juan.

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