Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
[enters Prof. Balls' shop]
Hello?
Professor Auguste Balls:
[from another room]
Hello!
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Doctor Balls?
Professor Auguste Balls:
Who wants to know?
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Detective Jacques Clouseau, second - uh, first class, - Junior! I spoke with you on the phone, earlier.
[Jacques gasps as Prof. Balls' wife comes into the main room]
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Good evening.
Marta Balls:
I am Madame Balls. You don't look like him.
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
I wouldn't know; I've never met your husband.
Marta Balls:
Who said anything about my husband?
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
You did. You said I don't look like him.
Marta Balls:
I meant your father!
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Well, why didn't you say so? I never met him, either.
Marta Balls:
[Madame Balls laughs]
He's a real Clouseau!
Professor Auguste Balls:
[Prof. Balls enters the main shop room]
Detective Clouseau?
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
First class, Junior!
Professor Auguste Balls:
Naturally. Dr. Auguste Balls of Nice, at your service.
Marta Balls:
Oh!
Professor Auguste Balls:
You must forgive me for having Madame Balls establish your authenticity. So many crooks and charlatans these days would use my talents for ill-gotten gains. You can't be too careful. Now, am I forgiven?
Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Yes.
Professor Auguste Balls:
Such a joy to see the son of my oldest, dearest, and deadest friend. And as I always used to say to him: "Always remember, if you need a disguise when duty calls, look no further because... you've got Balls."
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:09