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  That evening in an expensive New York restaurant Mathilda celebrates her first hit with Leon. MATHILDA: I thought we don't have the right to drink. LEON: We're making an exception. For a first client. MATHILDA: Well, since we're making exceptions, how about a kiss? Like in the movies? LEON: No, Mathilda. MATHILDA: yes...(with a cheeky grin) LEON: No. (Mathilda gets up and climbs up the table to lean over...) LEON: Mathilda, stop. Everyone is looking. MATHILDA: Yeeesss...    Mathilda leans in close, but Leon begins to pull her back into her seat. A waiter arrives with a bottle of champagne and Mathilda pours it haphazardly into her glass. WAITER: Enjoy... (Leon hides the bottle of champagne under the table.) MATHILDA: You really don't believe me, do you? LEON: What? MATHILDA: When I tell you I'm in love with you. LEON: Please, Mathilda stop. Just change the subject.   MATHILDA: Okay, okay, sorry... So how old were you when you made your first hit? LEON: Nineteen. MATHILDA: Beat ya! Mathilda guzzles the champagne, stopping half way through to take a breath, then downs the rest. She lets out a little burp and begins to laugh. 
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