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Man, the heat is killing me.

Yes, I know what you mean.

Let's call it a day and go for a swim.

Yeah.

Hi, Mr. Brewer.

What do you think of the idea?

Hello, Mary.

Go swimming?

You're out of your mind?

The beaches are so crowded, not
even the sardines have enough room.

Not to mention the garbage.

Good afternoon, Mr. Brewer.

Hello, Jim.

Hi.

I don't mind a meeting, but
why the hell on a day like this?

Well, you see, it's like this.

The publishers have decided our readers
have had enough of our porno reports.

Next week is the last article.

So the question now is,
where do we go from here?

Of course, they give you credit for
the recent increase in our circulation.

Where's the bonus?

Only they think it's time we offered our readers a fresh
look at the subject of sex from a completely different angle.

And someone mentioned the recent
lawsuit concerning that 15-year-old girl.

The young man in the
lawsuit was several years older.

However, he hadn't had
much sexual experience.

So before you know it, there
she was giving the fellow lessons.

I thought it was a good subject.

Men who are victimized by young girls...

Anyhow, after the publishers heard
me out, they gave me the green light.

And so we're doing a
report on young seducers.

We could begin with a
story I heard not long ago.

There was this young man
and a very attractive teenager.

Can she make a mountain out of a molehill?

It was so hot today I
decided to cut classes.

I'm going to college.

You look awfully young for a college girl.

I've always looked
younger than my real age.

What's your major?

Foreign languages, German and French.

Oh, French.

That's a nice tongue.

How come you're on the
beach in the middle of the week?

You're a beachcomber?

I'm a painter.

Oh, a poor starving artist, huh?

No, my folks are rich.

Oh, you live here with your parents?

I live alone in a little studio.

Care to take a look at it?

I'd love to, but I warn
you, you're taking a chance.

Didn't your mother ever tell you how dangerous it was
to take little girls you don't know up to your room?

Yeah, but you're not that little.

Okay, vampire, get into my Cadillac
and sink your teeth into my neck.

I can't wait.

Rosemary was putting a
new twist on an old proverb.

If you want a horse to drink,
you've got to lead him to the water.

This bright little girl was
invited to see his studio.

But of course, she was also dying to see his
itchings or whatever you want to call them.

Well, here we are.

But I'm afraid we'll have to climb
five flights up to Mount Olympus.

They say no sacrifice is
too great for the sake of art.

Rosemary's strategy was
working out beautifully.

Little did he suspect that he
was the fly and not the spider.

Her only worry was that he might be
too exhausted after climbing five flights.

Well, we made it.

Yeah.

Hey, what's the name of that one?

Study of a Woman in Dual Perplexity.

Uh-huh.

And what's that one?

My Psyche in a State
of Bonded Emancipation.

How interesting.

Not even Picasso has nicer titles.

Oh.

That one's sexy.

The inborn instinct of a male
in a search for consummation.

The inborn instinct.

I can see it.

Of course, not everybody understands it.

Ah, of course.

Don't you ever paint women?

No, in my opinion, the subject is
unproductive and completely exhausted.

Maybe it's simply that you
don't care for girls too much.

Wow, isn't the view from up here fantastic?

Women don't hold any secrets from me.

Or maybe you haven't met
women who have enough to offer.

I have an idea.

Why don't you try
painting a portrait of me?

I'll be your model.

I don't think so.

Oh, give it a try, huh?

How's this?

Well, all right, but I'm warning you.

You're in for a big surprise.

So are you.

I'm going to get in the mood.

Okay.

I just hope it's worth all the trouble.

Is that as far as you're going?

Oh, topless.

Whatever you say.

There.

You like?

You look like the kind of
a man a girl could trust.

I have a secret or two for you.

Yeah?

What secret?

Now don't tell me you're
going to go bottomless too.

Yeah, I think I'll start by
showing you some of my secrets.

Something tells me I'm not going
to get very far with this painting.

What did you say?

I just said I think I'm
going to enjoy painting you.

Why, Granny, what big eyes you have.

You're drooling.

Damn, I lost my train of thought.

I can't concentrate anymore.

It's too hot in here.

It sure is.

Yeah.

Not bad for a guy who
doesn't like to paint women.

You've just got to get to
know them a little better.

Come closer.

Yes.

You know all you need to know.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, getting back to the point of the story,
Rosemary didn't learn that at any college.

As a matter of fact, she'd
never been to college.

She was too young.

But she wasn't too young to teach the
young man a lesson he'd never forget.

And if she does attend college someday, well, you've
seen for yourself what admirable qualities she has.

And if she majors in foreign tongues, there's
no doubt she's going to be very popular.

Incidentally, he finally did paint her.

And the curious part of it is that the picture
brought the recognition he'd been hoping for.

So you see, everything
has its brighter side.

Rosemary, of course, was
advanced for a girl her age.

She looked much older, yet she was just 16.

A couple of weeks ago, I read about
a girl who worked at a service station.

Maybe it shouldn't be called work.

In any case, she was
offered to regular customers.

They could have sex with her on the house.

The owner of the service station was smart.

Instead of giving presents or a
discount, men could have quick sex.

Imagine, you buy gasoline
and get a pretty girl.

At least you must admit the idea was good.

Look at all the junk
they offer you nowadays.

How many car and airplane
models can you collect?

And who wants to save coins or pictures of animals or whatever
it is they think up to make you want to buy their gasoline?

There's no way of making the
gasoline itself more appealing.

A collection of coat of arms might appeal to
some kid, but what can you offer a grown-up?

Anyway, the owner of the service station
didn't regret the setup for a long time.

Word got around, and business boomed.

Hey, Charlie.

Yes, sir.

How much?

$27.75, sir.

Here, keep the change.

Thank you, sir.

Is the service satisfactory?

Man, you can say that again.

Call again, sir.

You bet.

Bye.

Harry, send the next one up.

Coming up, boss.

Good afternoon, sir.

Afternoon.

Same as always, fill her up.

Yep.

Take your time with it today.

Check the battery and air pressure, okay?

I understand, sir.

You might as well change
the oil while you're at it.

I did that yesterday.

Well, do it again.

Anything you say.

Angela.

Angela.

What are you here again?

I certainly am.

You know, you're amazing.

Where the hell do you
get all the energy from?

Couldn't wait to get here today.

Remember, you promised
to do it the French way.

Ah, yeah.

Promise is a promise.

I mean, I know you don't usually do that, but we've been together
so often now, it's not as if I were a stranger or anything, right?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, don't be that way, Angela.

Angela.

My Angela.

You can't imagine how fond of you I am.

Sweetheart.

Darling.

You undressed yet?

We're wasting valuable time, you know.

Sweetie pie.

Take off your shorts.

Let's cut out the talk
and get down to business.

That's it.

And keep your undershirt on.

OK, here I come.

Oh, Angela.

Oh.

Oh.

Your skin is so smooth.

Oh.

You're wonderful.

Oh.

Mm.

Mm.

Uh-huh.

Oh.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Yep.

Bye Angela, see you tomorrow.

What's the bill?

It makes an even 40.

Yeah.

Thank you, sir.

Call again, sir.

I sure will.

See you tomorrow.

Anytime.

Harry, send the next one up.

Coming up, boss.

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon.

What do you need?

Fill her up and check my oil.

Right away, sir.

Well, it couldn't go on like that forever.

It was simply too good to last.

Somebody gave it all away.

The fighter was jailed.

This story that might fit into the theme of young girls who
go around seducing grown-up men began of all places in a tub.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh

Oh

Come on.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Thank you.

Now who could I blow up a storm with?

I wonder how our dear old chemistry teacher
would react to a private call from me.

Yes?

Hello?

This is Helen Klein.

Well, what is it?

Well, I wanted... I, uh... Now, something must be wrong
if you call me in the middle of the night like this.

I'm all alone in the house,
and... Now, listen here, Helen.

You're not a baby anymore.

Don't try to tell me you're
afraid of being alone.

Oh, never.

I simply want to say a final goodbye.

Goodbye?

But, uh, I've had enough of this, Helen.

Good night.

Oh, but I've decided to end it all.

So it's goodbye.

What?

Yes, my number's up.

Now listen here.

I don't have anything to live for.

You've always been an excellent
student and very intelligent.

What's the meaning of this absurd talk?

What I'm telling you is true.

I won't be alive tomorrow.

I've had it.

If the overdose of sleeping pills
doesn't do it, I'll jump out of the window.

What?

Oh, forget it.

It's too late to do anything about it.

About what?

I've put the pills in water to dissolve.

We'd better talk the matter over, Helen.

Now listen, get some sleep.

Tomorrow... There won't be a tomorrow.

Nonsense.

Tomorrow we'll go over in detail
whatever's troubling you now.

A girl as beautiful and intelligent
as you are masters all our problems.

You don't understand.

And I feel positive you'll
think differently after our talk.

I'll be there in five minutes flat.

Oh, I don't think it's advisable
for you to come up... Helen.

Hello.

Come in, Helen.

Yes, sir.

Can I offer you anything?

A Coke?

Yes, sir.

With ice?

Yes.

OK.

Would you please tell
me what's got into you?

It's simple.

I'm in love with you.

Come here.

Let me show you how much.

So that was it.

If this is a joke, I don't think anyone
is going to find it very amusing.

I'm going to report it to the school.

I've had enough of this business.

Now go back home.

This is a fabulous bed.

I can't wait to tell all the girls what
a man our chemistry teacher can be.

That chandelier is very easy to describe.

So they'll be willing
to believe everything.

That it was your idea to invite me up here
and seducing me was why you made me come.

Get out.

You have no alternative.

This is blackmail.

Don't touch me.

You little bitch!

Get out of my face and into your things!

Get out of here before I forget myself!

Will you let go of me?

That was your own fault.

And everybody believed the little tramp.

This is what she claimed.

She was desperate when she finally
learned what the teacher wanted.

She bit and scratched so that he
sent her away without harming her.

Her girlfriend brought
the truth to light later on.

Teachers are always in danger of becoming the object of a
conspiracy if they don't keep a strong hold on themselves.

I heard the story of a piano
teacher the other day that's terrific.

It will show you what sweet
innocent girls are capable of.

Now play the last bars once more, Susan.

Very good.

Fine.

And now comes the etude you
were supposed to practice for today.

But didn't you practice?

Of course I did.

All right.

Susan, for heaven's sake.

This photograph.

Where did you get it?

Why don't you think it's nice?

I brought it along especially
to give it to you as a present.

As a present for me?

Because I think you're such a wonderful teacher and I wanted
to ask you to make me a present of a picture of you like that.

A photograph in the nude?

Don't have any.

But where could I have some taken?

I made mine all by myself
with my Polaroid camera.

I could make some of you if you like.

I have my camera and a
flash there in my briefcase.

But I'm not as well
proportioned as you are, Susan.

I think your body's very beautiful.

Na, na, na, na, na, na.

Na, na, na, na, na, na.

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Please look the other way.

Susan, take off your things.

Um... Um...

Susan, darling.

Come closer.

Oh, my.

Oh, God.

Mm.

Mm.

Oh.

Oh.

Susan, I hope you enjoyed yourself.

I'm not coming anymore.

Write my parents telling them you
refused to give me piano lessons.

But there's no reason I should, Susan.

Maybe not for you, but I have a boyfriend.

And instead of you giving me lessons
from now on, I intend to make it with him.

Have I made myself clear?

Quite.

It's amazing the
ingenuity of a teenage girl.

I remember the tale about a
well-developed 15-year-old girl.

A very fascinating story.

I'm sure you won't hear
anything like it ever again.

It's a real knockout.

Hello, boys and girls.

Today I want to tell you the
story of the princess and the pea.

Once upon a time, there was a princess.

Her father, the king,
was a real sugar daddy.

He gave her all the lollipops she
wanted, and she loved to suck lollipops.

But the princess was still unhappy.

You see, she had one obsession.

She adored sitting on peas.

He gave her all the peas she wanted.

Ah, but alas, she longed for
just one tremendous pea to sit on.

So she would secretly travel throughout the countryside in
a coach in search of a handsome prince with a real big pea.

Well, one fine morning, a fearless prince traveling in her
direction saw her and fell in love with her immediately.

But she didn't notice.

She was daydreaming about a big pea.

Then she sensed his stare
and she smiled at him shyly.

He returned her smile and
thought, Is my fate sealed?

However, she had but one thought.

Does he have a big P?

She had to do something to find out.

She knew the prince would come
to her aid if she were in distress.

So she decided to try opening
the window of the coach.

She tried and tried and
finally looked at him in despair.

He saw her rosy cheeks
and hastened to her aid.

The good prince couldn't wait
to please the lovely maiden.

She seized the opportunity and
asked... Have you got a big pea?

You bet I do.

Then do sit down next to me.

Your wish is my command.

They traveled side by side for a
while, both yet too shy to speak.

But finally she asked him about his pea.

And if it was a great big
pea, could she sit on it?

Well, the handsome prince
agreed, and he gave it to her.

The princess sat relishing
the large size of his pea.

The coach rocked, but she
remained firmly on the pea.

Yet somewhere deep inside of her, she knew that although
it was truly large, she longed for far mightier ones.

Her eyes strayed.

Where would she find a pea
big enough to satisfy her desires?

She could not disappoint this handsome prince
who had so willingly given her his pea.

How could she tell him it would never do?

The prince, however, loved the princess.

He was enraptured by
her sitting on his large pea.

For all he cared, she could sit
on it forever if she so desired.

But he could not control
himself much longer.

He knew his love could not be contained, so
he opened up and his love gushed forward.

She, however, returned the pea back to him.

She could never become
his mistress, she said.

She must continue her
search for the largest pea.

The princess decided to take another route, but the prince,
whose thirst for her was not quenched, followed her.

She looked back at him nostalgically.

After all, his pea was really big.

I like a girl who's hard to get.

Well, you've got me.

What now?

Let's take a walk.

What?

Last one to the stream is an ass.

Come back here Come here

No, let go of me.

Let go of me.

No!

Now I've got you.

Oh, what a man.

Oh.

Oh.

And they loved happily ever after.

There's a marvelous story
I could add to the series.

It concerns a football
player and a young girl.

He comes from Denmark.

Oh, but I warn you, if he sues
us, it wouldn't be surprising.

That's nothing to worry about.

All or any similarity to living or
deceased persons is pure coincidence.

Okay.

Suppose we call him Larson.

Larson decides to go to an electrical appliance store since
he wants to buy a new hi-fi unit The simplest operation

It's very easy.

And yet it's the best technical
equipment on the market today.

Simply do like that.

It's a matter of a second.

And music, the likes of which you've
never heard before, will encompass you.

Like that?

That's it.

You just have to know how it's done.

It's only important to know
what button you have to push.

Could I get a word in?

Yes, please.

Thanks.

Please excuse me if I take up your time.

But a battery is all I want.

All right.

Thanks.

Thanks, Larson.

Oh.

It needs a new battery.

Yes, but... But the
battery's still working.

As far as I can see,
it's still functioning.

Oh, but I've been using it an awful lot.

And I don't want it to stop
working in the middle of things.

I mean, in the middle of a massage.

You're right, it won't work forever.

Right.

Well, I'll fix it for you.

Thanks.

When are you going back to Denmark, Larsen?

Next week.

There.

That should do it.

It's too thick.

Right.

That one's for grown-ups.

This one's for the little ones.

It'll fit.

Uh-huh.

Here you are.

Thank you.

How much?

All it costs is 125.

Great.

Thank you.

Bye.

Have fun.

That's life.

Practice makes perfect.

Yes, well, now, this battery,
I mean this record player...

Who the hell could that be?

Shake him out.

All right, I'm coming.

Can't even work out in peace.

Yes, please.

Hello, Larson.

I just wanted to ask you about
the record player you bought today.

I'm gonna buy a new one myself.

I adore music.

It's my favorite pastime.

That and physical culture.

Well, now, you saw it yourself.

Remember this morning?

Yes, now I remember.

Come on in a moment.

I'd love to.

That salesman was a real square.

I haven't seen anyone
blush that much in years.

Who knows, maybe he
just had a bad conscience.

Today's businessman.

Well... What kind of music
would you like to hear?

Oh, I'll leave that to you.

All right.

You can't imagine what
some kids are capable of.

Last week, a girl called here
because she wanted my autograph.

I said, okay.

She came up, and the minute I faced
the other way, she took off all her things.

Know what she wanted?

She wanted to dance for me.

So I put on a record of Salome.

We'll see you sexy slut.

Yeah, boy, yeah.

The minute I saw you, I
thought so near and yet so far.

Why not make friends?

Mind if I take this off?

No, go right ahead.

Oh, with biceps like that, I
bet you're as strong as a horse.

I'm as strong as a horse in every respect.

Seeing is believing.

Come here.

Larson, could I ride on you?

Okay, my little horsewoman.

Down, boy.

Giddy up.

Oh.

Oh.

Like that, huh?

Yeah.

My beautiful stallion.

And the wild beast I'm going to throw you.

You are a wild one, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

And I'm about to tame you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You won't be able to
walk after this first lesson.

Seeing is believing.

Well, you asked for it.

Starting to get nervous?

Yeah.

Starting to get excited?

And what have we here,
my beautiful stallion?

Now it's your turn to ride me.

Yes, ma'am.

After sports, let's turn to the theater.

Here comes Romeo.

No matter.

Get thee gone.

I'll be with thee straight.

Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.

Let's see for means.

O mischief, thou art swift to enter
in the thoughts of desperate men.

I do remember an apothecary, and here about her dwells, which late I
noted in tattered weeds with overwhelming brows, calling of simples.

Meager were his looks, sharp misery had worn him to the bones, and in his needy
shop a tortoise hung, an alligator stuffed, and other skins of ill-shaped fishes.

And about the shelves a
beggarly account of empty boxes.

Green earthen pots,
bladders, and musty seeds.

Remnants of pack thread
were thinly scattered.

The showers at that hick stand
were even worse than the hams.

So after that afternoon performance for
school girls, Romeo preferred a bath at home.

God damn it, wait a minute.

I'm in that fucking bathtub.

Excuse me, could you give
me your autograph, please?

Be very glad to.

Forgive this get-up, I was taking a bath.

What's your name?

I'm Christine.

I loved you as Romeo.

Well, that's a lovely name.

Pretty as Juliet.

Forever... to be... art... educated...

You're Alan Hughes.

I wrote you something
by, uh, uh... You like me?

Well, yes.

I mean, uh, ain't you a little bit
too young for this sort of thing?

Oh, Romeo.

I bet you ain't even 14.

Yes, but that was centuries ago.

Yes, but...

Why the hell don't you ring the doorbell?

Oh, and I always thought you were nice.

Well, I'll be right back
with the police, won't you?

And because of her, it was a real scandal.

Let me tell you the funny story of a brat who seduced an
English student before he had any inkling of what was happening.

Falling in love again, never wanted to.

Man, he gives me goose pimples.

He goes to college, but he doesn't
seem interested in the facts of life.

What a dope.

I'm in the mood for love
simply because you're near me.

Hello, Mr. Peters.

Home already?

Have a nice day?

Yeah, I suppose so.

You're a busy little bee, aren't you?

Have to be.

Mama doesn't give me
any pocket money if I'm not.

Well, don't work too hard.

Money's the root of all evil.

I can think of things more
evil than money, Mr. Peters.

I'd like to discuss them with you sometime.

You'd be surprised.

What the hell is she talking
about, screwy creature?

I wonder if Junior caught the hint.

Well, he who hesitates is lost.

I think I'll push my luck.

Come in.

It's me.

Ellen.

Well?

What's the matter?

I'd like to have that discussion now.

Ellen, if you're thinking what
I'm thinking, then stop thinking it.

And besides, I have a lot of
theories I want to put into practice.

You're playing with fire.

You're much too young.

How's this?

And this?

Bet I could teach you a thing or two.

My precious, if anybody
found out, I'd be locked up.

And I hate prisons, inside or out.

Okay, girl, beat it.

Hmm.

Is there something wrong with you?

Don't you like women?

Visit a good psychiatrist.

A book on sex might do the trick.

Maybe one like the Kinsey Report.

Ain't you got no feelings?

I like you.

Oh, cut that out, Ellen.

Why?

If you don't take the initiative, I will.

Now, listen, Elin, I study law.

You're underage.

I'm not.

I've got more to lose than my virginity.

I've nothing to lose.

I see, but... Nevertheless, I... Just because you're
a couple years older than I am, you're afraid.

No, no, that's not it at all.

It's just that... It's just
that I'm not in the mood.

You're panic-stricken.

All right, you little bitch.

You win.

♪♪

I'd like to tell you the story of a
girl who was mad about hitchhiking.

Give me a lift.

Otherwise I get to school too late.

Thanks.

Well, close the door.

I don't want to lose you along the way.

This is a comfortable way to get
to school in the morning, isn't it?

That depends on the car and the driver.

Satisfied today?

Suppose I answer that one a little later.

I'll keep my fingers crossed.

Oh, what time do your classes start?

In about an hour.

In an hour?

Look at that weather.

What do you say we stop somewhere
and take a walk in the woods?

Why not?

As long as you get me to school on time.

I'd hate to play hooky again.

I'll get you there.

Just because I thumb a ride
doesn't mean I like all the drivers.

Well, what about me?

I think you're nice.

I just love convertibles.

Better than schools, eh?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Now I guess you're thinking, here
he comes with his sportsman again.

Hey, hey, hey, zig-a-zaga,
zig-a-zaga, hey, hey, hey.

Zig-a-zaga, zig-a-zaga, hey, hey, hey.

Zig-a-zaga, zig-a-zaga, hey, hey, hey.

Zig-a-zaga, zig-a-zaga, hey, hey, hey.

Zig-a-zaga, zig-a-zaga, hey, hey, hey.

Zig-a-zaga, zig-a-zaga, hey, hey, hey.

Zig-a-zaga, zig-a-zaga, hey, hey, hey.

Zig-a-zaga, zig-a-zaga, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you guys, come over here.

Come on, hurry up.

Look.

Are they going to like us when
they find out we're watching?

Not bad.

He's getting speed.

I wonder who's going to
reach the finish line first.

Yeah, looks like they're at the stretch.

After so much sports, why
don't we make a night of it?

Well, I've got the time.

You've got the money?

I've got some.

I've got the money.

You've got the girls?

No trouble there.

That's what you always say.

I know one who's enough for the four of us.

Boobies galore.

Where have you been keeping her?

I see.

Okay, you'll have to
provide appropriate music.

My specialty.

I'll bring the liquor.

Yeah, the lady likes them stiff.

Here's the drink.

I bet she's not gonna come.

Wait and see.

Maybe she will.

Yeah.

Boy, oh, boy.

Fighters, here comes our fly.

What'd she look like?

A knockout.

You ugly bastard.

You haven't had a girl for so long, you'd
say Frankenstein's daughter was a knockout.

He wasn't kidding.

Boobies galore.

It is a barn.

That's a new one.

Well, this is Judy.

Come on, say hello, boys.

Hiya, baby.

Hi.

Would you like a drink?

Uh, a scotch.

One scotch coming up.

I'll make it a double.

Pardon the beer glass.

Here you are.

Thanks, Big Spender.

You're welcome.

To your health.

Gentlemen.

Chin-chin.

Cheers.

Out of the hatch.

Look at the way she gulps that down.

Judy does everything wholeheartedly.

Everything?

Wow.

Not bad.

Well, what now?

Didn't anyone think of
bringing music with a beat?

I'm not going to dance to that.

Some beat?

Coming up, ma'am.

Anything to please the little lady.

That, yeah.

Yeah, Judy, dance for
them like you dance for me.

Yeah, please, Judy, dance for us.

Well, if you insist.

Give it to them, Judy.

Man, she really turns me on.

She's everything I told you, isn't she?

That remains to be seen.

You've promised us more.

Be patient, my boy.

Good time.

Hey, Judy, take them off.

Jesus!

Ain't those hot pants too hot?

Take them off, hon.

Yeah.

You're good too?

I enjoy each other.

I've had it.

That was great.

You were sensational.

Very good.

Salome's dance couldn't have been better.

In the Middle Ages, they would
have burned a witch like that.

I would have jumped
into the flames to save her.

And now you pay for your supper.

Well, who's first?

Come on, you.

Well...

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Tell me, weren't you an active
sportsman until just a few months back?

Which reminds me, weren't you on the
legitimate stage before you came here?

Well, I admit I used to be a schoolteacher.

As for me, I've never
owned a service station.

No, you were a customer.

No, no, gentlemen, please, please.

Don't tell me our Mary was a piano teacher.

And weren't you once a painter?

Yeah, how did you know?

Yes?

I found some records in the
archives that'll interest you.

Thanks, I'll be right out.

I'll be right back.

Stick around.

All right.

- Sorry to bother you...
- No problem. What have we got here?

I thought this letter
may be interesting for you.

Let me take a look.

Yes. This is absolutely useful.

The question is just...

But Mrs Lutz, I thought
you understood that our new report...

...is called "Very Young Seducers".

The report about the housewives
will end with the upcoming edition.

THE END