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zouzou You're right, Mistress... ELVIRA Damn right, I'm right. As she talks, Elvira opens her bag, takes out a mirror and gives it to Zouzou to hold for her. Elvira freshens her make-up and hair. ELVIRA (CONT.) You should be grateful to do any labor, no matter how menial, because...I can/1. I'm a professional entertainer, Zouzou, and I have to save every ounce of strength for my audience. Elvira plops down on a large boulder, discouraged and disillusioned. ELVIRA Any of that blood sausage left? Zouzou digs into the bosom of her dress and pulls out a large log of sausage. She hands it to Elvira who cuts off a hunk and gnaws on it as she speaks. ELVIRA Oh Zouzou, at this rate I'll never get to Paris. My show opens at the Folie's Brassiere in three days! ZOUZOU Isn't that...Brasserie, Mistress? ELVIRA Brassiere, Brasserie... whatever. All I know is that if I don't make it in time, my career's history before it even gets started!