Les Enfants du paradis
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Act.
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It's your chosen profession.
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When I act, I'm madly in love.
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You hear? Madly.
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At the final curtain,
the audience leaves with my love.

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Understand?
I make them a gift of my love.

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The audience is gratified,
and so am I.

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Then I become
sensible and free again,

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silent as Baptiste.
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Not that again!
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That's all I hear!
"Have you seen Baptiste?"

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Even Theophile Gautier:
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"Don't miss Baptiste in The Ragman!
A masterpiece!"

:07:42
"Masterpiece," a pantomime!
Theophile's gone too far.

:07:48
Don't touch.
It's a souvenir.

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It pricks.
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"Viper of memory, stab of regret,
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red light of oblivion."
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It's all nonsense, fantasy, air!
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What I like is reality.
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Only two acts, but well made.
Compliments to the authors.

:08:09
What vulgarity, really!
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You think it's funny.
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Well, I don't, you hear?
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That's it. We've quarreled.
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Are you angry with me?
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- Excuse me.
- What is it?

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Nothing.Just some people
waiting for you.

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Poor authors!
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Not them.
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They started rehearsals
without us ages ago.

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Admirers, no doubt?
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- That's it... "admirers."
- I'm coming.

:08:51
Back in a moment, my sweet.
:08:53
Tidy up after you finish
snooping about.


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