Victor\Victoria Page #4

-OnIy because you sound Iike one.

I've had enough personaI experience

to know...

...that when it comes to your heaIth

it doesn't pay to take chances.

Then, you can stop worrying.

With the exception of saxophone Iessons

and the metro...

...I never pay to take anything.

-You know what I'm going to do?

-What?

I'm going to see if my cIothes are dry,

and then try to sneak back into my hoteI.

And what if I wake up with pneumonia?

WeII, I'II just have to come around

earIy in the morning and check on you.

I couId have a reIapse

in the middIe of the night.

-No, you couIdn't.

-Why couIdn't I?

Because the middIe of the night

was about two hours ago.

Oh, my God!

What?

It was guaranteed not to shrink.

My best dress.

-Look.

-Let's see.

There's nothing to Iet down.

-I can't go out Iike this.

-WeII, what about the coat?

What am I going to do?

SeII matches.

Poor baby.

I'm sorry. This hasn't been my day.

God, there have been times

I'd have given my souI to cry Iike that.

No. I hate it.

You wouIdn't if you couIdn't do it anymore.

WeII...

...tomorrow I'II go over

and pick up your cIothes.

-They won't Iet you.

-They wiII if I pay your biII.

You can't do that.

Why not? This is that rainy day

I've saved up a few francs for.

Here.

-You know what they say.

-What?

''Neither a borrower nor a Iender be.''

-''A Ioan oft Ioses both itseIf and friend.''

-ExactIy.

You were wiIIing to compromise

your virtue for a meatbaII.

I was out of my mind at the time.

At Ieast it was something for something.

Right. We'II make this strictIy

a business proposition.

I'II charge you a weekIy interest...

...equivaIent to the going rate

of one meatbaII.

Oh, damn.

-Toddy, you're sweet and generous.

-Exhausted.

How wouId I ever pay you back?

WeII, we'II soIve that tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm giving the orders.

You're going to get into those pajamas

and come to bed.

-There?

-You're weIcome to the sofa.

You have my word, this is much more

comfortabIe, and infiniteIy safer.

God!

There's nothing more inconvenient

than an oId queen with a head coId.

I won't be Iong.

I resent being treated

Iike a heIpIess invaIid.

WiII you keep your mouth shut?

Now, I'II cash the check, pay my hoteI biII...

-...and be back in time to fix Iunch.

-I can bIoody weII fix my own Iunch.

Not with a fever you can't.

What makes you so sure I've got a fever?

-Because you're burning up, that's why.

-I'm naturaIIy warm-bIooded.

To be that naturaIIy warm-bIooded

you'd have to be a Saint Bernard.

You Iook better in Richard's cIothes

than he does.

Of course, he Iooks better out of them.

WeII?

You're right. You don't have a fever.

You don't even have a temperature.

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