Tobacconist:
Let's see.
Titta:
I really can, you know
Tobacconist:
Let's see.
[Titta lifts her up off the ground]
Tobacconist:
Silly boy, put me down!
Titta:
I did it!
Tobacconist:
You're very strong.
Titta:
See? I can do it again.
Tobacconist:
I don't believe you.
[Titta lifts her up again]
Tobacconist:
That's enough now. Put me down.
Titta:
You drive me...
Tobacconist:
I said that's enough.
[Titta lifts her up again]
Tobacconist:
What are you doing? You'll drop me, you crazy boy! You're crazy, you know that. What's happening to me? Oh, my head.
Titta:
See how many times I did it?
Tobacconist:
[Pulls out her breasts]
Yes, my little darling. Come here. You really are sweet. Drive me crazy - just a little.
Titta:
What should I do?
Tobacconist:
Suck. Come on. You can have this one too. Don't blow! Suck! Suck!
Titta:
Is this right?
Tobacconist:
You have to suck, you idiot! What are you doing?
Titta:
I can't breathe!
Tobacconist:
Stop it now. Go on now. I have to close up. What was it you wanted? A cigarette? It's on me. Now scram.
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