The Third Half Page #2

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Hold this for me!

Where are you going?

This discussion isn't over yet!

They say all the prem Parisian girls

are wearing yellow this season.

They say all the pretty Parisian girls

are wearing yellow this season.

Kosta the Count. Remember me?

Now I recall. The decorator.

You never told me your name.

Rebecca!

So, it's Rebecca? Although

I like Ramona better.

Like the song, "Ramona"...

Rebecca Cohen!

Did you hear me?

Coming, Dad!

Excuse me.

You're late for your

French lessons.

- I don't like French anyway.

- You'll like what I tell you to like!

Who's that scoundrel, Pepo?

A local street hawker, boss.

- A Christian?

- A nobody.

Don Raphael Cohen, the

richest banker in town.

Nothing personal, but

you stand a better chance

of courting the

Pope's daughter.

The Pope doesn't

have a daughter.

Try not to be such a

big-head, Skeptic!

Paris falls...

What's left? The moon?

Her playing blooms as she

does herself, don't you think?

She's capable.

I believe Mendelssohn

never sounded so tender...

It's Beethoven, sir.

What Beethoven?

The German?

I believe Beethoven

was Flemish.

Rubbish! I'm sure

he was German!

Ludwig VAN Beethoven, sir.

Well, in any case, go and

tell her to play Mendelssohn.

No dilemmas with him:

He was 100% Jewish.

The train's broken down. They're

sending him over on a dressage.

- On a draisine, you bozo!

- Aright.

And now we'll be waiting

here all day!

For a reason! We're not waiting

for some Gypsy fokune teller.

We're waiting for Rudolph

Spik, the man who coached

the best teams of Austria,

Czechoslovakia, Poland...

All nice countries

crushed by the Krats.

Never trust people who eat

pork with marmalade!

Germany is a civilization centuries

ahead of your slow brain, Pancho.

- You really like them, Dimitriy?

- At least they'll bring order,

so the trains won't be

breaking down every minute.

And besides, I like Germans a

hundred times better than these...

...vultures!

- Seems like our guy.

- Let's make an impression!

- Mr Pavlov?

- How do you do, Mr Spib?

My name is Dimitriy of the

Macedonia Football Club.

And these are our players.

Gents! This is our new coach,

Mr Spitz from Germany.

Could someone give me a

hand with this trunk?

But of course!

Goohl! Pancho!

It's always us that get shafted.

This way, Mr Spib.

This crap weighs a ton!

Like he's packed the dead

Kaiser himself in here!

I heard that! You'll be sitting on the

bench for the next three matches!

Ladies and Gentlemen! King Kong,

the Eight Wonder of the World!

A giant ape against

the rest of the humanity!

The latest American hit in our town!

Only for people with nerves of steel!

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