High priest: are they all still singles?
Woman, first teacher: scabbing up.
High priest: we brought few new girls.
Old woman, teacher: not good?
High priest: no, but they still have to be tough.
We know how you teach or teach at all.
Old woman, teacher: excuse me?
Is something wrong?
Woman, second teacher: we don't want to know any of your secrets.
High priest: good night.
Woman, first teacher (looking at the new girls): we make soups.
Girls: soups
Woman, first teacher: this what I said.
Delicious soups for the king guards.
Woman, second teacher: they never be hungry.
Woman, first teacher: hopefully they go on the war or something.
Then less work we have, then better we feel.
Woman, second teacher: we will cook our famous soups.
Girls: what about the rutuals?
Woman, first teacher: which means, we will see the king.
Woman, second teacher: so much to dream about.
This what we start from.
From dreaming.
