Frankie:
I want to talk to you about Delores. I'm Frankie.
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell:
Oh, hi, Frankie. I'm...
Frankie:
I know who you are.
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell:
You do?
Frankie:
You're the guy that's been cutting in on my time!
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell:
No, please, just a moment I...
Frankie:
You're brainwashing her with your beard!
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell:
Brainwashing her with my beard?
Frankie:
Why else would she be crazy about someone like you?
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell:
Now that, I resent.
Frankie:
I mean, you're an old man.
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell:
Now just a second. If you're so crazy about Dolores, why are you running around flirting with that Hungarian goulash?
Frankie:
Because she's my girl.
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell:
Who? Goulash?
Frankie:
No, Dolores!
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell:
Oh, I see now, yes! You're trying to make her jealous. Put her down. Typical Aborigine attitude. I suppose you'd like to drag her off on your surfboard by the roots of her hair.
Frankie:
Yes, I would! I love her. Look, I know how you can love her too because she's lovable. But I'm telling you this: I am not gonna let any over aged fuzzy-face take away my girl! Not, if I have anything to do with it, and believe me Mister, I do! By the way, how are you fixed for blades?
[Frankie exits before Sutwell can say anything, who then sighs with frustration]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:43