:54:09
- So you're spying on us?
- Doing my duty... yes, my duty
:54:13
You're rotten tarts and Gérard's
your pimp. Don't interrupt!
:54:17
I'll move out, leave them to their
men. I always knew models were tarts
:54:24
You and Gérard led Agathe astray
:54:28
- Ignore him, Gérard
- No, I insist on explaining
:54:32
We wanted you to meet Michael, a rich
young American Jew; he knows my uncle
:54:38
I'll slap your rotten Jew
if I meet him
:54:45
You should be ashamed, leading Agathe
astray; to sell her, I suppose?
:54:51
Anti-Semitic, are you?
:54:54
Anyway, it's me Michael wants
to marry. I like him
:54:59
Marry you? You must be mad
:55:03
Look at yourself in the mirror.
You're unmarriageable...
:55:07
...ugly, the queen of all idiots.
He's pulling your leg
:55:12
Your chin looks firmer when you're
angry; rage away
:55:17
She can marry who she likes
:55:20
Who cares?
:55:24
- You, maybe?
- What do you mean?
:55:28
- Do meet Michael; you'll like him
- I doubt that very much
:55:33
There's no use reasoning
with a lunatic
:55:38
- You're wrong; I will meet him
- Just to be awkward
:55:42
Not at all
:55:45
I'd like to commiserate with
anyone who can stomach you
:55:51
Come, Agathe
:55:54
Gérard turned away to the window
:55:58
To marry the virgin of the temple
was beyond his hopes