Oh. Well, Our Masks Really Get Us in Dutch, Now Don't They?

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

Your People have taken My Mask, Don Octavio. 

They had no right to do that. 

I never remove My Mask in public. 

Do you understand the consequences of this? 

Don Octavio DeFlores :

Not fully, but, uh.... 

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

Well, I will be cursed. 

Don Octavio DeFlores :

Well, I can certainly understand how that could be upsetting. 

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

Think how you would feel if you were made to take off this mask that you are wearing. 

Don Octavio DeFlores :

Oh. Well, our masks really get us in Dutch, don't they? 

How long you been wearing yours? 

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

Since l was 16. I placed The Mask on my face... 

...and vowed never to remove it on the day I left my mother... 

...The Dark beauty, Doña lnez. 

Don Octavio DeFlores :

I have some pills here. 

And, uh.... l'd like you to take them. I think they'll help. 

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

Pills to stop Delusions? 

Well, then I am afraid we must take these pills together... ...because you are severely deluded. 

Don Octavio DeFlores :

Well, what delusions have I got?

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

 This fantasy that you are some, uh, Dr. Mickler. I'm very disappointed in you, Don Octavio. 

Very disappointed. 

Don Octavio DeFlores :

Here's the drill. Ahem. 

They can make you take the medication. 

That's State Law. 

You're on what they call a 10-day paper. 

And, uh, for those 10 days —

They can do whatever they think is appropriate. 

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

I am not deluded. I am Don Juan. 

And if you will not medicate me for these 10 days, I will prove it to you. 

Don Octavio DeFlores :

All right, and what if I don't believe that you're Don Juan? 

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

Then I will take your medication... 

...and you may commit me for as long as you like.

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

One night, I watched Doña Querida at the window in her slip. I noticed for the first time... ...how a woman's underclothing barely touches her skin... ...how it rides on a cushion of air as she moves... ...how the silk floats above her body... ...brushing her flesh like an angel's wings. 

And I understood how a woman must be touched.

Don Octavio DeFlores :

Are you Italian, Mexican, or Spanish? 

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

That is all you have to say?

You want to know my nationality? 

Don Octavio DeFlores :

No. Your name is DeMarco. 

That's Italian. 

You were brought up in Mexico. 

And when you speak English, you speak it with a Castilian accent. 

Don JUAN DeMARCO :

Well, my accent has been colored by my many travels. 

Very well, I will answer your question. I was raised in Mexico. 

My Father was born in Queens. 

His name was Tony DeMarco. 

He was Italian. The Dance King of Astoria. 

Don Octavio DeFlores : 

Excuse me — Your Father was a Dance King here in New York City in Astoria?