Impromptu

:06:06

- What’s that?
- Marvellous.

:06:08

- Her memoirs? Am I in it?
- No!

:06:11

This bit’s about her childhood.

:06:13

You’ll come in later, after she chews up
her husband and a hundred others.

:06:17

It’s true. She’s a cannibal.

:06:20

She’d drink her children’s blood from her
lover’s skull and not feel a stomachache.

:06:26

Alfred, go home.
Put it into verse, I’ll publish it.

:06:30

Then you’ll get paid.

:06:33

Thanks to you
I can’t go to the baroness’s party.

:06:36

- In fact, I’ll have to leave Paris.
- No more advances.

:06:39

I don’t need your money, old sow.

:06:43

I’ve had an invitation to the country.
From a duchess, no less.

:06:51

Good day.

:06:54

(strains of piano music)

:07:05

(coughs)

:07:08

This summer dust is ruinous to my lungs.
I hope the air will be better in Angers.

:07:14

The Duchess d’Antan has invited you too?

:07:17

- Well, yes.
- How delightful.

:07:20

Please continue, dear fellow.

:07:30

- Good day, Countess.
- "(gasps)" George!

:07:33

- I’m sorry I frightened you.
- (baby cries)

:07:36

I had the most fearful dream.

:07:38

Blandine was a terrible creature
with fly’s wings

:07:43

that was draining my life from me.

:07:46

They are deadly little charmers.

:07:51

Chromatic glissando.

:07:53

The wings of a butterfly.

:07:56

Or the wrath of God.