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I'm asking because I saw you there last night.
I think you play very well.
Thank you.
I particularly remember the waltz...
"The Blue Danube"!
You're like myself, you like the waltz.
There's nothing like the waltz.
For love, for keeping you in shape, for the digestion,
for everything.
The waltz is
elegance made music,
incandescent voluptuousness,
champagne bubbling in your mouth.
Sublime, exquisite, heavenly. Like heaven inside one's mouth
- That's the waltz. - Some people prefer the polka.
- Good morning, Don Urbano. - Good morning.
The polka?
You can't compare the ternary with the two by four.
The polka is nothing but little jumps.
A group of frogs
saying "Hello, hello".
Please!
Mr. Alpaca, I'm the one from Andalusia.
- You're saying I'm exaggerating? - Yes.
The waltz is Vienna, Doña Predes,
Vienna, capital of the Austro-Hungarian Empire,
capital of culture,
of voluptuousness,
with the Schönbrunn Palace, the Belvedere...
Do you know Vienna?
Do you?
Neither do I.
But I've got a friend who lives there.
A violinist, Sindelar,
the great Otto Sindelar.
And Seville?
Do you know Seville, Deogracias?
Yes, but what's that got to do with it?
What do you mean? Seville really is "voluminous".
Voluptuous.
Whatever.
With its Giralda,
its Arenal,
its Golden Tower, its Santa Cruz Square.
And Triana, and the singing?
And the *** Macarena?
And Sierpe Street,
famous even in China, with its scent of milk coffee.
And the Guadalquivir?
Where have you seen a river that starts in the mountains
and ends in America?
Vienna, Vienna! Seville!
In what other city in the world can you touch the spring
with your hands?
I'm telling you, and I'm from Malaga.
You know it well.
Yes, I do.
I got married there and I was very happy there.
Seville smells of orange blossoms and has the sound of fans.
Well, I'm from Guadalajara. Your salts, Mr. Chanfaina.
It's very nice too.
Carola, please!
How can you compare the city where they make "drunken sponge cakes"
with the city where even the drunks make sponge cakes?
Lots of talk about Vienna and waltzes, but you're as disgusting as ever!
What are spittoons for?
You're right, Doña Predes. Forgive me, I'll stop doing it.
I'll go outside and try to improve my aim when I spit.