:31:01
I put the rubbish to use.
:31:04
Sacrilege, woman!
You insult our poetic Muse.
:31:09
You defile verse.
It's all it's good for!
:31:11
What would you do with prose?
:31:17
Ah, my boy.
:31:19
What do you want?
Three pies.
:31:21
Here we are, good and hot.
:31:25
Please...wrap them up.
:31:27
In a bag?
:31:28
Well of course.
:31:36
''Like Ulysees,
the day he left Penelope...''
:31:40
Not that one.
:31:42
''Blond Phoebus...'' No!
:31:44
Make your mind up.
:31:45
All right, all right!
:31:53
Children...
:31:55
Give me the poem
and you'll take six pies home.
:32:02
''Phyllis!''
:32:03
Butter has smeared her sweet name.
:32:06
''Phyllis''
:32:08
What time is it?
Oh, my God!
:32:10
Seven o'clock.
:32:18
What a fight that was last night.
:32:20
Which one?
In verse!
:32:22
Ah, the duel.
In verse!
:32:24
He's obsessed.
''At the poem's end...''
:32:26
Not again!
:32:27
''I hit. At the poem's end...''
:32:29
Lovely! ''At the poem's end...''
:32:32
The time?
Seven o'clock.
:32:34
''I hit''. What a ballade!
:32:36
Have you hurt your hand?
It's just a graze.
:32:39
Some trouble or other?
No trouble.
:32:42
I think you're lying.
:32:45
Can I be alone with someone here?
:32:48
I'm afraid not. My poets are coming.
:32:52
For their first meal!