Woman on Top Page #6

- Is it? | - You thought it was a business dinner?

Yes.

Oh, well... no.

No?

I'm sorry.

I had a great time with you, and you have | been wonderful to me, but... I'm not ready yet.

Someday, maybe?

Someday.

That much butter could kill a guy.

That much woman could kill a guy!

Saut the banana slices, | add some brown sugar and let it melt.

Then a pinch of ground clove | and a generous amount of cinnamon.

Now we add a dash of "cachaca," | which will allow the sauce to caramelize.

And remember:
You have to cook | with your eyes and nose.

- Who's he and who are the men with guitars? | - This way you will learn to trust your senses.

- Let's cut! | - No! No, no, no. Let it roll.

Somebody get me some aspirin now.

- Hey, it's that guy. | - Oh, my God.

- Did they rehearse this? | - No, wait!

- You want him to keep singing? | - Yes. Just go and hover.

- Fine. | - Keep it moving.

OK, now we are going to transfer | the bananas onto a dessert plate.

Put the skillet back on the fire

and add a little bit of water to the glazing.

It's a spicy, fragrant dish | that I'm sure you will enjoy.

Thank you.

All right, just wait one second.

- And we're out. | - Are you out of your mind?

Of course I'm out of my mind. | You're avoiding me, ignoring me!

You're not letting me make it up to you. I'm | your husband! Doesn't that mean anything?

- This is the husband. | - He's cute.

Take him! Take him! Take him! | Come on, come on, this way.

Take him. You're outta here!

Settle down.

You can't arrest a man | for talking to his own wife.

Since when did singing become a crime?

We've gotta get this guy. Read this.

OK. "Isabella's bold, sensual dishes | bubbled to the pulse of their guitars."

- I can see it now. | - "A feast for the palate and for a girl's eyes."

- Good, huh? | - "Bolder than Julia Child,

- butcher than Ed McMahon"? | - Well, that's for Monica.

- So? | - I want Toninho and the troubadours back.

- Isabella hates him! | - You think so?

I know so. She told me.

- You believe her? | - Yes!

Look, Cliff, I'm not blind. | You like Isabella. That's fine.

But we're doing a cooking show, | and Toninho is the missing ingredient.

He may not be good for Isabella, | but he's perfect for ratings.

I'm telling you, Alex, | Isabella will never agree to it.

Well, that's why you're a producer.

No, OK, no! I won't do it! It's too much.

The public loves him. What can I do?

The public loves him, then he can | have his own show, but not with me.

I don't like it, you don't like it | and Monica doesn't like it.

But the truth is that | the two of you together... on screen, I mean,

have a certain chemistry | that the public adores.

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