Movie: The beautician and the beast (The Beautician and The Beast). Page 2

- Come On, Carl. Don't do that. It's not you.
I know. Everyone expects me to be like my father. Take what you want without asking. He says that so do all great leaders. That's why I hate politics.
- You are entitled to your opinion. What are your interests?
- I am an artist and love to draw.
That's wonderful. And does your father know about this?
- No. I didn't tell anyone about it, but obviously have to tell him, and he will "explode".

- Do you not care that your own children are afraid of you?
- It's not fear. This respect.
Yeah! You sow fear, and reap the respect?

- FYI: the Guy dreams about Katrina known rebel.
Aren't all teenagers like that?
- He and his cronies evade the law. She has a wedding, so married me, just to be with her children.
- But this is ridiculous!
- You know what happened with the person who called me ridiculous?
- Not-e-e-et.
I do not know. It was never seen again.

Are you here to teach my daughters, not to hammer them down boys. Do your job and let it be our last meeting in this office. Go.
- I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Want to lose of children, lose.
What? What did she say?!
- She said she lost something. Probably dropped. Help her to find!

- Ms. Miller, I fell in love...
- Oh, honey, that's fine.
but I had a wedding with another.
What?
- I hate it. Stupid Prince with his stupid lock and the stupid boats.
- You have a picture? ... Y-Yes, but with his money appearance can be corrected.

- My father does not allow Dating, and all I want is sex. Sex, sex, lots of sex.
Well, probably that's why he forbids Dating. English is not your native language, so tell me what, in your understanding, does the word "sex"?
- Well, you know... sex! Hold hands, eat ice cream...
Actually, what you described happens before or after sex.

- You, the woman of the Western world... sophisticated, far away, windy...
- What?!

- What are you doing?
- Sorry, Ira, but I can't stand here and teach them lies!
But then what can they be learning?
- Uh-uh... life!

- The world's... history. Wow! Here is your father! His Majesty, life President, of My. So, Carl, you start.
Winter of 1991, the President of My led the operation "desert Storm" that led to the great, to Slowely, victory.
- What?! Well, let's see! Wait... yeah, things...

- For the sake of interest, how did you work with the same teacher?
We read aloud books.
- And what does she do?
- Watched and watched. And sometimes slept.
And she got paid for it?
- Of course.
- Stunned.

- You will join us for Breakfast?
I can't, I'm very busy.
- The brightest impression of my father is where it sits this morning at the table, bloated, rolls up his shirt above the stomach and talks to us his navel. He was a simple man. Want to try?
- Not-e-e-e-et.
Okay, I'm sorry, we don't take away from you is time.
(President sits down at the table)
- BUT! I'm not going to force anyone to speak.

- Good morning, Mr. President.
- Your "new York times" writes about me biased.
- Don't blame me, I'm not their editor!

- Carl My. The eldest son of his Majesty, the President.
- Good morning, Carl? A good bearing.
- Look forward to exploring your decadent lifestyle.
- Expensive, easy on the turns.
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We don't want your mindless domination, cultural imperialism.
- You know, Carl, it is very easy to ruin a first impression about yourself.

Oh, my God! Mr. President! Sorry, I know I'm late. Please don't judge me for it. Just you in the Palace and poor lighting, but in General, I can draw eyes, sitting in the bus, "the motor". But you are a little worried, because I'm just a teacher. And who cares how does the teacher?! By the way, how's the weather, but I want to wear suede...