Irma la Douce
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Down, Lord.
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Now concentrate.
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Palm trees swaying in the breeze...
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...a smell of ripe papayas...
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...a blue lagoon, white sand,
golden-skinned girls.

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Have you got that?
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Blue lagoon, white sand, golden skin.
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- They're beautiful, aren't they?
- Are they ever. Oh...

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How many do you see?
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14, to be exact. They're wearing
grass skirts and coconut shells.

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- No, they're not.
- They're not?

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They're wearing sarongs
and hibiscus blossoms in their hair.

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Oh?
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Yes, by George, you're right.
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Now they take off their sarongs, and they
start washing them in the blue lagoon.

:32:03
Indeed. They...
:32:06
Look, it's no use. I mean,
I really am out of gas, uh, petrol.

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The tank is completely dry.
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All right, let's forget Tahiti. Lie back.
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- You're in Baghdad.
- Baghdad! Now how did I get there?

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Shh.
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You're in a bazaar.
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You see an exotic woman,
with a veil across her face.

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Big, black, almond eyes.
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She winks at you. You follow her.
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She disappears into a palace.
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There are two Nubian slaves standing
guard, so you climb over the wall.

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- How high?
- Ten feet.

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- I'll never make it.
- Try, you must try.


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