Roman holiday-Eleven forty-five

COUNTESS.

Eleven forty-five, back here to rest.
No, that's wrong... eleven forty-five, conference here with the press.

ANN. 

'Sweetness and decency' [she rolls her eyes].

COUNTESS. 

One o'clock sharp, lunch with the Foreign Ministry.
 You will wear your white lace and carry a small bouquet of (& ANN) very small pink roses.
  [The Countess looks up, unimpressed. Continuing, as Ann drinks her milk from a glass] 
Three-o five, presentation of a plaque. (ANN [to an imagined guest] Thank you.)
 Four-ten, review special guard of * Police. (ANN. No, thank you.)
 Four forty-five (ANN. How do you do?)
 back here to change (ANN [becoming distressed] Charmed.) 
 to your uniform (ANN. So happy.) to meet the international-.

ANN [screaming at the Countess] STOP!!! [Looking away, her hair covering her face] Please stop! stop...!

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