Impromptu

:43:01

Hungarian humour, George.

:43:03

(crash)

:43:04

- You are too familiar. Apologise.
- Sit down, you ass!

:43:08

- You think I don’t know what’s going on?
- She has made love with Monsieur Liszt?

:43:12

Apologise or I’ll rip your throat out!

:43:15

Apologise!

:43:17

- Agh! Alfred!
- St George!

:43:21

- What are "you" doing here?
- I’m the dragoon. I was invited.

:43:25

Duchess, I’ve only just arrived.

:43:27

Thank God I was in time
to defend Madame Sand’s honour.

:43:30

- You followed me.
- He’s the one?

:43:32

- You’re starting up with him again?
- I’d sooner chew glass.

:43:38

Choose your seconds
and meet me at dawn, sir.

:43:41

- No more duels!
- This is men’s business.

:43:44

- I accept.
- Men? You’re not fit to be men!

:43:48

Morons! Idiots!

:43:52

Choose your weapons, Mallefille.
Red or white?

:43:57

Leave her alone!
She’s going off to write about us.

:44:01

It’s time for her nightly regurgitation.
20 pages.

:44:05

The only reason
she needs you or me or anybody

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is to provide characters
for her ghastly novels!

:44:12

- I trust you have no objection to pistols.
- What?

:44:15

- For tomorrow.
- My boy, I really don’t care.

:44:30

Thank you for the loan, my dear.
It was most instructive.

:44:34

You’ll be up before dawn for the duel,
so I shall sleep in my own bed.

:44:39

Ooh! I do wish I could be there tomorrow.

:44:42

You will make sure nobody’s killed?

:44:44

I abhor killing,
but a good fight’s something to see.

:44:48

- Good night.
- Good night, Claudette.

:44:54

(chuckles)

:44:57

(hums)