Death Becomes Her
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:48:04
My God, it´s back!
:48:17
We have to talk.
:48:19
- Have another drink and go to bed.
- You´d like that.

:48:23
You´d like to see me drink
myself into an early grave.

:48:26
That is not going
to happen, by God!

:48:28
- You are not going to take my money!
- What are you talking about?

:48:33
When was the last time
you worked, Madeline? A real job?

:48:36
Anything you had left, you owed me
a long time ago. Your face owed me.

:48:40
You´ve changed your hair?
:48:45
What an eye.
:48:47
Don´t wait up.
:48:51
Cheap.
:48:57
What did you say?
:48:59
l called you cheap.
That´s what l think of you.

:49:02
Who do you think
you´re talking to?

:49:04
You´re a cheap,
tacky little tramp.

:49:07
Who do you think
you are?

:49:09
- Nothing like the woman l married.
- You´re nothing!

:49:13
- You´re a broad!
- You´re a tragic, boozy, flaccid clown.

:49:16
- Watch it, Madeline.
- That´s it. Flaccid.

:49:20
- Watch what you say.
- Flaccid.

:49:22
l don´t have to take
this any longer!

:49:25
You´ll take everything l have to give!
You always have.

:49:28
You´re not even a man anymore.
And l need a man!

:49:31
A real man, not some drunken,
broken-down flaccid undertaker...

:49:35
who is just as dead below
the waist as his clients are.

:49:38
Hey, l might have more fun
with one of your clients!

:49:41
At least l´d know l´d be
getting something stiff--


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