Roland Brissot:
You're right. You've opened my eyes. I had scruples, but now I've seen the light. Starting tomorrow, I'll do a huge painting of you that will be the talk of the Salon. A nude, obviously.
Irène:
I wasn't born yesterday. The Salon, with a detour to the bedroom. No, no. Too late late, buddy. A month ago, it might've worked. I thought, "A painter. Why not? With his talent and my ambition, we'll really go places!"
Roland Brissot:
Exactly.
Irène:
I was wrong.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:45