Death Becomes Her
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: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--

:50:01
Did you think that l was just going
to take it forever, Madeline?

:50:04
Did you?
:50:06
You cruel, vicious,
loathsome bitch!

:50:13
Please? Please?
:50:19
Oh, God! Oh!
:50:23
- Madeline, l´m so sorry.
- Oh, help me! Help me!

:50:29
Hurry!
:50:32
Help me!
Hurry up, you wimp!

:50:58
Oh, boy.

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