Boarding School (Leidenschaftliche Blümchen)

St. Clara's School for Girls Switzerland, 1956

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Have they gone to sleep yet?

It's tingling but it has to be completely numb.

Hey, what's going on?

She's making her hands go numb.

I can see that, but why?

If she doesn't have any feelings in her hand, she can imagine she's in a caress with Marlon Brando.

Dio Mio, who's touching who here?

Can you all be quiet!

She's going to feel Brando touching her any minute now.

This is too much!

The absolute limit!

Take those off that man's face!

There's a new American girl coming, she's going to move in with you.

She can take Marie-Louise's bed and maybe she can teach you how to behave properly.

She's from a good family and will be a good influence on you.

PASSION FLOWER HOTEL

"His kisses were burning her hungry lips and electrifying her longing body,"

"The touch of his hands turned her into a cherry to be picked,"

"Beside herself with lust, she cried 'Take me, stranger, take all of me' And then..."

You look pretty strong, do you think you could help me with my luggage?

Excuse me miss, would you like me to help you with your luggage?

That's possible.

Hey, honey, if these holy rollers are gettin' on your nerves,

you just let me know, okay?

I can take care of 'em for ya.

Great idea!

That's how to do it!

Oh, I'm sorry! That was my fault.

- Did I hurt you? - No, it's nothing.

I forgot you were in the restroom.

So you've been watching me?

Yes. You're not angry, are you?

No, it's normal for a young man to look at a young woman.

Yes, yes. That's right.

How's your leg?

It was already hurt from when I was ski-ing in the holidays.

That's why I'm starting term late.

- So you still go to school? - Yes.

- And you? - Yes.

Which school?

- St. Clara's. - Really?

That's just across the bridge.

- So we get off at the same station. - Right.

Why don't we stick together until then? It's pretty boring in my compartment.

Mine too, so why not?

Done.

By the way, I'm Debbie Collins.

I'm Frederic Irving Benjamin Sinclair.

F - I - B - S.

Fibs. I like that better.

F - I - B - S.

Fibs, then.

Don't be sad, Marie-Louise.

We'll find a way to get rid of her.

We'll make her so annoyed, she'll want to leave.

She's probably been sent to spy on us.

Arrivederci, carefree days.

She's probably some little innocent that's never even been kissed.

In Alaska they rub noses.

I'd like to know what their love life is in America.

- Yes, and what about your love life? - Yes, come on.

Okay. I was at a dance with this broad-shouldered blond.

- How old? - Older than me, at least sixteen and a half.

- What did he talk like? - And his eyes?

He had a deep whiskey-drinking kind of voice.

And crystal clear blue eyes.

- Was he shaving? - How's his skin?

I guess he shaved every other day.

And no pimples. Not on his face, anyway.

Okay, then what happened? Did he push up against you?

Of course he did.

He even tried to get a look at my boobs.

- You're kidding. - How?

My shoulder strap kept slipping down.

And he could get a view of my breast.

Which one?

He was English, so it was the left side.

Oh, knock it off with your small bosom.

Are you blind, I've got more than you.

- What do you want to bet? 20 francs? - All right.

Get the tape measure.

Gina, you can be the judge.

Okay.

Ottanta-quattro.

84. It's a tie.

Anyway, did anything happen?

No.

What a letdown.

Still four virgins.

Can't give it away.

- This term has to be the one. - Yeah.

Now we have a goal. Boys, go for it!

Yeah! "Now a goal! Boys, go for it!"

Here, I'll get it.

Thank you.

Deborah Collins?

End of the line, young man.

Welcome to St. Clara's, Deborah.

I trust you had a good trip.

Sinclair.

Stop scuffing your shoes, Sinclair! And this is your side of the bridge!

To know art...

To really know art...

You must know nature.

You must know life.

Art...

is poetry for the eyes.

Theatre for the spirit.

And music...

For the heart.

For the heart, yes.

Art is everything that life is not.

Yet it is the sum of one's experience.

But one cannot appreciate this without the practical knowledge you are learning here.

Today we will talk about Botticelli's 'Primavera'.

And about Renoir and his young girls.

Now that you know the school rules, I want to say that we're proud of our reputation.

I hope you'll like it here.

Thank you, Miss Abbott.

Do you have any questions, Deborah?

- No. - Good.

Cordelia, why don't you show Deborah around,

and tell her what she needs to know.

Of course, Miss Abbott.

Come on, Deborah.

Good afternoon, Miss Abbott. Good afternoon, Miss Bigelow.

What a charming little person she is.

So, this is your dorm.

Here's your uniform and this is your bed.

Are you a teacher or something?

No, I'm the Head Girl.

Sounds cool.

See you later.

Now we get to the sexy part of the game.

Look at that!

I wonder if they're here already.

- You think they'll come? - Sure, I heard them make a date.

What are you doing here?

You traitors.

We agreed to do everything together.

Come on, you know I want to see them too.

Come over here, love.

Put this over the window in case somebody can see in.

- There's nobody here! - What's best is best.

- Satisfied? - No, but I will be soon.

Come, come here, my sweet darling.

My troubador...

What a session. The opera's nothing compared to this.

Lucky Lulu, it must be a great feeling.

It's not fair. I hate her.

- Oh, don't get so worked up. - One day it'll be our turn.

Look, she's here!

- I bet she's chewing gum. - I want to know about her love life.

Who do you think she is, Marilyn Monroe?

Let's check out her locker.

It's open, anyway.

See if she has a teddy bear.

Wow, look at this photo.

"With love from Jim to Debbie"

Madonna Mia, what a superman.

I don't know, he looks like a schoolboy.

What are you talking about, that's an American hunk.

Whatever you think personally, the main thing is he's a guy.

Well, Deborah, those are your roommates.

Marie-Louise, Gabi, Jane, and Gina.

And this is Deborah.

I'll be back after dinner and this place will be spotless!

What does she think we are, machines?

There's no stopping the Virgins Club!

You have yours?

- I don't have mine. - Here.

- If only she knew that we knew. - I don't know what he sees in her.

So how was your trip?

I met a nice guy named Fibs.

A bit young though.

How old?

Seventeen and a half.

Well, yeah, that's young.

- Probably very inexperienced. - That's for sure.

But...what do you...

expect from a schoolboy?

Exactly, Marie-Louise.

For one thing, older men don't talk so much.

That's right.

What do you mean?

Yes, what do you mean?

A mature man won't talk about it so much.

Whereas a boy will go up to his friend and say,

"Hey, Marie-Louise is a great lay, she's super" and his friend says "Yeah?"

And he says, "Yeah, you should give her a try sometime".

So he makes some creepy pass at you.

I mean would you tell your friends that you met some cool guy and did it on the train?

On the train?

Trains?

Enough of this chatter.

For what we have received we are truly thankful,

We thank you for your bounty, O lord. Amen.