Studio D: Pack - Kurs - Und Arbeitsbuch B1 + Sprachtraining B1 (+ CD-ROM)

But the show's gotta go on, and the tits gotta be firm. So… ice packs! And another thing!" he yammered before Tiffany could get her wits together. "Humpty-Dumpty's gotta go!" Tiffany's heart sank. Humpty-Dumpty was Gallagher's derisive nickname for Cliff Farrow. "He-he didn't come back here, did he?" she faltered. "He promised me he never would again." "Humpty-Dumpty," Dippy recited, "took a great fall. He's downstairs right now, puking in the hall." "Oh Goddd," Tiffany groaned. Ever since Cliff had found out what she was really doing he had been impossible. Impossible! Following her around all the time, making terrible drunken scenes in public places. "Listen, Mr. Gallagher," she put as much persuasion as she could into her voice. "He'll never come back again, I swear he won't. I'll tell him I'll never see him again." "Nix, baby, you already tried that," Dippy reminded her irritably. "And it didn't work. We don't want sloppy drunks hanging around our Stage Door Entrance. It gives the studio a bad name. Uh-uh! The next time he shows, you're out! And that would be a shame ...»