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A young man. He's riding
at full gallop. It's wonderful.

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Sara, my child. Before you go
and celebrate your feast of love -

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- take a few drops of our love potion.
You'll enjoy it sevenfold more.

:30:15
It's a gift from Aphrodite Venus.
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- Tubal is just the simple bearer.
- A love potion!

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- Is it expensive, Mr Tubal?
- It's well-nigh impossible to procure.

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- And under extraordinary hardship.
- That you dared!

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In the name of science. Of love...
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- Would you allow me to buy a bottle?
- It's impossible.

:30:40
Your means are far too modest,
Sofia.

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These potions are only affordable
for princesses -

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- countesses and one
or the other leading actress.

:30:52
But for you Sofia, for your beauty,
your great hospitality -

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- your courtesy, let's say thirteen
shillings. Two bottles for twenty!

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Aah, it smells strong.
So strong, so strong...

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It's the actual fluid, my child.
The stimulus materialised -

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...if I express myself scientifically.
- Is it good for men too?

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Not only. Aphrodite Venus touches
their hearts with her fingertips...

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- And the devil is loosed!
- God in heaven, if mother was here!

:31:39
The love potion is finished.
What do we use now?

:31:42
This is for colic
and blistered feet.

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The most important thing is what
the bottle looks like and the taste.

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- Tubal is naturally a swindler.
- Yes, of course, Sofia.

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- But I have something special, not so?
- I was just thinking of that.


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