:07:48
My fluffy hair-do...
:07:49
kept its shape all day
thanks to a cloud of Aquanet.
:07:55
Now the lacquer brushes out
with effortless strokes.
:08:01
Soft...
:08:05
My hair is like so many blond
silk threads!
:08:11
Shimmering!
:08:13
Clean!
:08:15
Women must give up filmy negligees...
:08:18
and romantic style nightgowns.
:08:22
Out of doors or in bright light, lingerie
loses its charm and becomes indecent.
:08:34
Olympio's melancholy
:08:41
Give me the keys to the Lincoln.
:08:43
You're leaving?
:08:45
I'm tired.
:08:48
I've got a machine to see with,
called eyes.
:08:52
To hear with, I've got ears.
:08:55
To talk with, a mouth.
:08:57
But they feel like separate machines,
there's no unity.