any subject but
this one.
My god! I forgot all about
them.
The suite has arrived.
Yesterday's homely faces.
Let's hide from them.
Run! Fast!
My god!
Why is it that I cry and laugh
like a child!
How dare you? I begged
you not to.
Hello there, beautiful!
Sorry for the intrusion.
I hope I'm not interfering with
anything? You want me to leave?
No, of course not!
Please do sit down.
- May I put down my bundle?
- Well of course!
You are so kind.
What a charming cozy home!
There's a handle for the spit,
and a hook for the cattle.
You must be the King's
cook!
No. I am the King's First
Minister.
- Who?
- The King's First Minister.
There was a time when everyone
recognized me.
I was so brilliant,
so grand!
Experts say, it was difficult
to tell,
who had more stature:
me or the King's cats.
Now I dance stupid dances
for everyone's amusement.
I'm no longer good
for anything else.
Am I any good?
- I don't think so.
- I don't think so either.
I'd say, quite mediocre.
What brought you to
such a poor state?
It's the traveling,
my lady.
For certain reasons we,
a group of courtiers,
were torn away from our
habitual atmosphere
and sent away to a foreign
land.
And to add insult to injury
there's this tyrant.
- The King?
- No, of course not!
We've gotten used to his
whims.
The tyrant is the Minister
Administrator.
He alone knows how to
travel,
get us horses, feed everyone.
He does a rotten job, but thinks
everyone else is no good.
Only don't tell him I was
complaining.
Or he will leave me without
dessert.
Why don't you tell the king?
As they say in the business
circles, he services and serves
the King so well, he doesn't
want to hear anything about it.
What a shame! What a disgrace!
What a bedlam!
What is this anyway?
He'll starve everyone
to death.
I wish he were dead!
But that's wishful thinking!
What can you expect of the
parasite!
What do I need my head for,
If I hadn't washed it
For three days!
Where's the soap? Where's
The bast? Where?
Where's the cream? Even
A shaving cream would do.
One who economizes on
Being clean
Is either a thief, or
A swine!
He is either a thief,
Or a pig!
Where is the soap? Where is
The bast? Where?
Where is the cream? Where?
One who economizes on
Being clean
Is either a thief, or a pig!
Damn him, when will
this torture end?
We will all become mangy
before long,
before this venomous creature
will deign to give us soap.
Allow me to introduce
the First Court Dame!
Maids of honor,
Orynthia and Amanda!
It's outrageous!
Today His Excellency,
damn him,
refused to give us soap,
powder and perfume!
I am sure he sold all
that to the natives!
When we left, he only had
a hat box
with a sandwich and old torn
drawers,
and now he has 33 small coffers
and 22 suitcases!
- Would you like to take a bath?
- But we don't have soap!
- We have soap and hot water.
- Hot water?!
She's a saint!
A bath! Memories of our
old settled life!
- What utter joy!
- Tss! He's coming!
He's almost here!
Please, not a word!
I didn't tell you anything!
Hello.
- I said, hello.
- I already saw you today.
- Where is our luggage?
- Look at these people!
They only think about
themselves!
If you bother me again, I'll
leave you without your lunch.
That goes for everyone
else too.
4 pounds to the courtiers.
Minus 2...
3 pounds to the King.
Minus one and a half.
1 pound to the Princess.
Minus half a pound.
All in all 6 pounds today so
far. Not bad.
- At midnight.
- What?
Come by the barn, you
won't regret it.
I don't have time for
courtship.
You're an attractive woman.
I am an extremely
attractive man.
Why waste time?
I'll be there at midnight.
- How dare you?!
- Always, darling.
You're crazy?
On the contrary, I'm as
sane as a man can be.
- You are a bastard.
- Yes. Who isn't?
Today, for instance,
I see a butterfly flying.
Small head, no brains.
Flips her winds-tit, tit, tit.
Can't be