(..) - No! - Yeah! They chopped me into fi rewood. Oh! Oh, look! My nose! What's happened? Perhaps you haven't been telling the truth, Pinocchio. - ''Perhaps''? - Oh, but l have, every single word. Oh, please help me! l'm awful sorry. You see, Pinocchio, a lie keeps growing and growing... (..)

(..) Well, well, hmm. Quite a scholar, l see. Look, Giddy, a man of letters. - Here's your book. - l'm going to school. School. Ah, yes. Then you haven't heard of the easy road to success. - Uh-uh. - No? l'm speaking, my boy, ofthe theatre. Here's your apple. Bright lights, music, applause, fame! (..)