:23:02
just how exciting
a mysterious stranger can be.
:23:05
I suppose we'll have to describe him.
:23:07
Yes, I suppose so.
:23:09
He's American, of course.
:23:11
I can write him better that way.
:23:14
Now let's see, what else?
:23:17
I see him as rather tall,
rather suntanned,
:23:20
rather handsome, athletic looking,
:23:23
with a rugged but...
curiously sensitive face.
:23:53
Poor sad creature.
Little does she realise
:23:55
that in a moment
she and the audience
:23:58
will have totally forgotten
that dull clod Maurice,
:24:00
or Philippe
or whatever his name is.
:24:03
At this magic moment
her life has indeed begun.
:24:08
Tenderly he folds her into his arms,
:24:10
and moving with the nimble grace
of a Fred Astaire,
:24:14
he dances her off into the crowd.
:24:26
In exactly ten seconds I want you
to slap me as hard as you can.
:24:30
What?
:24:32
There is unfortunately
no time to explain.
:24:36
And no reason to trust me.
But I trust you.
:24:39
There's something about
your big magic eyes, and I am...
:24:43
Well, the name doesn't matter.
:24:46
Just think of me as...
1331, American Intelligence.
:24:53
This must be some kind of ajoke.
:24:56
If you will look
slightly to your left...
:24:59
Without moving your head, please.