je ne suis qu'un homme. sit still, will you? there. it's gone. now, kiss my hand and thank me. miss julie, listen to me. christine has gone to bed now. will you listen to me? kiss my hand first. - listen to me. - kiss my hand first. all right. dreadful lines. dreadful. yes, yes. dreadful. right. --it's-- nothing is-- no, they want the--. are you talking--. well, everything from the movement to the door from the end of the dreams and-- oh, yes, right. --and everything that happens here in the chair is just meaningless. nothing is happening. right. no. no. yeah. and then the temperature-- actually, the intensity of the scene is deflating. - right, and rather than-- - well, yes. in one sense, there is a deflation with the move to the door. i mean, i think there is a kind of a-- well, i know i don't there is, 'cause it's decision to--. yes. there--yes. and it ought to go off. yes. there's--yes. there's a stasis. there's a moment of stasis, so to speak, as they reach. and then the chair and speck push it further. and can we leapfrog it? or do you want-- we want to work on that now?