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lovers
depends on your hat.``
- I made myself some soup and ate it.
- What soup?
Asparagus soup. I never take
coffee. It`s bad for me.
When you write that letter,
I`ll give you a 3-day leave.
``Baroness, may I remind you
that selflessness...
... is the greatest virtue of a
woman.``
- Lies and treachery everywhere.
- Don`t write that.
These draughts are killing me.
- Where was I?
- ``Virtue of a woman``.
Now the signature.
Count Fadinard.
Count... This should produce
an impression.
So I made this soup and ate it.
- Have you ever loved a woman?
- God forbid!
What a pity.
First of all, it`s lunch time.
There you are.
And secondly, for inflicting
damage on...
monsieur Fadinair`s movable and
immovable prope...
you will answer before the law.
Napoleon Code. Article 1 74.
Beat it!
And for according to Article 186
for causing physical injury.
(the Mendelson march )
Congratulations!
It happened at last!
Go away, you ill-behaved boy.
Congratulations!
Baben, know your limits!
Thank you, thank you.
The time keeps count,
The time keeps count...
Paris, Paris, you never dreamed
of a guest quite like that,
Paris, Paris, you never dreamed
of a guest quite like that.
He will marry. But not you.
( Song )
A young cornet was determined
to win fame in battle.
And he bet his life on this fame
as though in a game of cards.
And when his head was spinning
with anticipation...
From the sky or someplace
nearer came bitter words:
``You see, my cornet,
my sweet cornet,
The fact of the matter is,
that very unfortunately...
There isn`t a war for
you just yet.
In fact there isn`t a war
for you just yet.``
Then the cornet decided to marry
and take a million in dowry.
He found a bride in the country
and lead her to the altar.
And when his head was
already spinning with desire...
From the sky or someplace
nearer came bitter words:
``You see, my cornet,
my charming cornet,
The fact of the matter
is that the bride...
Hasn`t got a trace
of a dowry.
Hasn`t got a trace
of a dowry.
The cornet runs away (leaving
her at the altar-a scandal!)
He runs to a coach stop
wearing his tail-coat.
When his head was spinning with
the anticipation of an escape,
From the sky or someplace
nearer came bitter words:
``You see, my cornet,
my charming cornet,
The fact of the matter is,
that in this stage-coach...
There are no spare seats.
Would you believe it!
The fact is, that there are no
spare seats in this coach.
Wait here.
Monsieur!
Congratulations, Felix.
- I`ve just left home.
- What`s going on?
- First of all, congratulations.
- Thank you.
- Second, he`s breaking chairs.
- My chairs?
- He swears and curses.
- Throw him out the window.
- What`s with the lady?
- A nervous breakdown.
She`ll calm down.
- I called a doctor. She`s in bed.
- My bed? Our bed?
Alaine wouldn`t dare defile it
with even one glance,
and she squirms on it in
convulsions. Go back there!
Throw her out
and change the shets.
Tell him I`ll bring everything
in an hour. Hurry!
I need that hat and I`ll get
it at any cost!
Even if I have to tear it off
the Queen`s head.
The servants are busy,
the tables burst with food.
It will be a hot day,
and the wine is sparkling.
The sides of guinea-fowls
are brown and crispy.
There`s excitement among
the cooks.
The bride and groom
- What a couple! A pair of doves.
Eyes like cherries.
Beautiful story.
My, what a match!
A third one is one too many here.
And if something went wrong,
forgive us.
(Laughter, lively chatter)
Alaine, my little dove!
(they sing )
The time keeps count,
The time keeps count...
Paris, Paris, you never dreamed
of a marriage like that,
Paris, Paris, you never dreamed
of a marriage like that,
A hundred years ago...
An unbelievable story
happened,
An unbelievable story
happened,
An unbelievable story
happened...
And maybe there`s no
truth to it,
And maybe there`s no
truth to it,
But there`s a lesson to be

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