:18:04
I wonder.
:18:09
Nobody ever tells me anything.
:18:14
That's because you always make
such a stupid fuss about things.
:18:17
All right, then, I won't make a fuss.
I promise.
:18:21
- But tell me.
- Tell you what?
:18:24
About Emmanuel bloody Katz, of course.
:18:27
We're not talking
about your other boyfriends, are we?
:18:29
How would I have any other boyfriends
with you breathing down my neck?
:18:33
Thank you.
:18:35
We all know what happened when
I wasn't there to look after you, don't we?
:18:40
That's not fair.
:18:45
- All right, but tell me about Mr. Katz.
- There's nothing to tell!
:18:50
I thought he was promoting you
to the showroom? That'll be some show.
:18:54
Modelling all that rubbish
they turn out down there.
:18:57
But he is.
:18:58
Don't tell me he's doing that for nothing.
:19:00
Don't tell me he doesn't want anything
in return.
:19:02
- Like what?
- You know bloody well like what.
:19:05
I can just see him sitting there...
:19:06
squirming, twirling his little moustache.
:19:09
You've never even seen him.
:19:11
Anyway, what's so unusual
about a moustache?
:19:13
Men do have them, you know.
:19:14
What's that supposed to mean?
:19:19
Nothing.
:19:21
Don't tell me he hasn't touched you.
:19:24
- No, he hasn't.
- Don't lie to me, Childie.
:19:27
- I'm not lying.
- Then why are you avoiding my eyes?
:19:30
Because...
:19:35
George, you're impossible.
:19:39
Don't throw tantrums with me, young lady.
Come out this instant.
:19:44
I can't.
:19:59
- Can you hear me, Childie?
- No.