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is that stripping is not sexy.

No, not in the slightest.

I can speak with a certain authority on this

because I've seen this show

a hundred times.

- You've seen this a hundred times?

- Mm.

Then admit it, Mr James. Admit you

come here merely searching for love.

- I admit it.

- Well, I'm glad you admitted it.

Otherwise I'd have had to lock you

in a dark closet, you naughty man.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Victor, give me a hand

with my armour, will you, please?

That's the back, you fool! Ooh! Oh!

Sorry.

Did I hurt you?

Yes, I am, I'm going.

I have tickets Saturday night

to a Lautrec exhibition.

Toulouse-Lautrec.

One of my favourite small men.

- Where's my robe?

- He's one of my favourite painters.

- This is the back.

- I'm sorry.

You would appreciate Lautrec.

He has a very sensitive line.

Used colour very sparingly

but made a point with line.

The helmet.

Victor, Victor, will you help me

with my veil, please?

Saturday night, I have tickets

to a Lautrec exhibition.

- He was a marvellous painter.

- I'm busy Saturday night. Hurry up.

- Do you like Lautrec at all?

- You've put it the wrong way around.

- He's short, but fun.

- Let me do it alone.

I'm sorry, they're all boys in my family.

And now, the Crazy Horse

presents Mademoiselle Liz... Bien.

Pussycat.

# Hear your name and I'd start to cry

# There is just no getting over you

# The girl who's in my little red book

# Just never could replace your love

# And each girl in my little red book

knows you're the one I'm thinkin' of

# Won't you please come back to me?

# Without your precious love

I can't go on

# Where can you be?

# I need you so much

# All I do is to talk about you

# Hear your name and I start to cry

# There is just no getting over you

# Oh-oh-oh

# Won't you please come back to me?

# Without your precious love

I can't go on

# Where can you be?

# I need you so much

# All I do is to talk about you

# Hear your name and I start to cry

# There is just no getting over you

# All I do is to talk about you

# Hear your name and I start to cry...

Ah!

You're working here? There's something

exciting about a place like this after hours.

The empty seats

and the smell of greasepaint.

- What is that?

- I dunno. Probably just a short.

What is it?

I don't know, but I don't want

to be here when it gets hungry.

- Victor, I'm scared.

- Don't panic, it may be nothing.

- You can panic now.

- Let's get out of here, quick.

My wife, I'll kill her!

I'll kill my wife!

Pardon me, drunk,

but you can't come in here.

She makes a fool of me,

she makes a fool... I kill her! I kill him!

Why don't you go home and sleep it off?

She cheats with him.

I kill him! I kill him!

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