What's New Pussycat Page #5

- But who is he?

- Everybody!

She cheats with everybody!

I kill everybody! Everybody... everybody.

Poor man.

Why does everyone have

so much trouble with being in love?

It never seems to work. You love me

and I love... I love Michael and...

Oh, Victor, I'm so mixed up.

# I feel... marvellous

# I feel... marvellous...

- I adore the way you dance.

- And I adore the way you look tonight.

- I've only got vodka.

- Oh, vodka. Vodka's fine.

When it comes to liquor, I'm a health nut.

I drink a lot of gin and wheat germ.

Regular vodka and gluten.

- Please don't.

- Why not?

- You came here to hear my poems.

- I did?

Oh, I did! Yes, surely.

But you've been so affectionate, pussycat.

- You're on my foot!

- Oh, I beg your pardon.

- It's all right.

- But I want to hear your poems.

Oh, all right. But behave.

Yes, sure. I love erotic poems.

Oh, it's not erotic, it's political.

- Is it?

- Mm-hm.

Oh, yeah.

I wrote this at Hillside Hospital,

just after my fourth nervous breakdown.

Two, three, four.

"Who killed Charlie Parker?"

"You did. You... rat."

I dedicate this next poem...

Well, it's been an interesting evening...

Please... don't go.

No?

I'm beginning to grow

extremely fond of you.

I get attached to people very quickly.

I'm a woman who can experience things

really deeply for the first time.

Well, I don't fall in love easily either.

I believe in adventure

and experimentation and no attachments.

- Oh, I love that in a man.

- Ah. Well...

I'm one for marriage, though. But I believe

only after two people have lived together...

Intimacy before final involvement.

Yes, how true. How true.

Why are we reading all the poems?

I know a poem too.

Mm?

"Had we but worid enough, and time,

This coyness, Lady, were no crime."

Ah.

One more poem...

and you can do with me what you want.

- Victor, can I have a drink?

- Sure, what would you like?

A triple Scotch on the rocks.

Sometimes a drink will loosen me up.

- You have got something to eat?

- Some, uh, some Fig Newtons.

And some Hershey bars

and... some cough drops.

- You got any tuna fish?

- Tuna fish... tuna fish...

Uh...

I have...

I have some salmon salad left.

What do you mean, "left"?

When did you make it?

In April, but if you smother it

with pepper it's fine.

- What about an egg?

- An egg... Wait.

Uh, yes, I have...

Oh!

You look... you look beautiful.

I'm beginning to feel warm already.

Thank you.

Mm. Mm.

Gee, I need a cigarette.

I think there's something sexy about

the way some men smoke cigarettes.

Oh! I just burnt my finger.

I'm going to go in the bathroom

and scream. I'll be out in a minute.

My finger!

- Victor!

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