MAN IS A WOMAN
Simon! My son! I knew you'd come.
Mothers know all.
I came to kiss my cousin.
I'm so thrilled!
- Me too. - You don't seem to mean it.
You don't look too great. Fanny, it's Simon!
Don't call in the troops.
It's Simon.
I'm not deaf.
He has his father's face.
Mazel tov!
Come meet my new girlfriend. Thanks to her, I'm off valium.
I'm just giving David a wedding kiss.
Hi, cousin Simon.
For us it's 4, not 2.
I only see you at weddings now.
So get married!
What's the bride like?
Nathalie? You'd love her. She's great.
She's what you need.
A girl who's gentle, a girl with "people skills".
Has it slipped your mind?
Speak of that in English.
Trust me, it's boring here.
It's Simon!
- Did you know? - A little bird told me.
The ceremony was gorgeous. I love weddings!
Too bad I'm already married.
So, when can we meet her? It's your turn now.
We never see you. Are you ashamed of us?
You missed Uncle Sol's birthday.
If I don't eat something, I'll faint.
You're handsome in your old age.
Your mother doesn't deserve this. She's suffered enough.
Sol, butt out.
- It's none of my business. - I'll say!
Do you still play?
- Let go! - We need to have a man-to-man talk.
For you, life is just one big party.
I'm so happy you came.
- Promise me one thing. - Name it.
Stay thin and sexy.
I won't be changing.
Married men get pot bellies.
Hear that?
How does my son look?
Come to mama.
You've got a handsome cousin.
Very.
Let me steal him.
Are you kidnapping me?
I thought about a present for you,
but the best present is the truth.
We don't see much of each other. You have your life, I have mine.
And this family stuff... you know what I think of it.
What do you want?
Nothing. No whiskey?
Have you read Davies?
No, I finished "Heavy Hearts in Hell".
He says marriages concern 4 people, not 2.
Some another day...
In addition to the man and the woman,
there's a woman in man and a man in woman.
Things get mysterious.
Exciting too. Isn't it worth thinking about?
At my wedding?
It's now or never!
You're getting to be a real pain.
Nathalie's wondering why we're here.
I have no problem meeting guys. Why did I choose you?
Just my luck. Every man I love loves women!
Don't start up with that again.
David...
I've always loved you.
- They're waiting. - Wait.
Maybe it's the woman in you that I love.
I have to go.
- Just a little wedding kiss. - You're drunk.
You can't say no today.
A peck on the cheeks and then I go.
Asshole!
Never again. I hate being groped by men.
You're a real masochist.
Have a nice life.
There he is!
Guess what your cousin would love.
Not the clarinet. I've given it up.
If not for me, play for your father's memory.
I haven't heard that in ages. You too now?
Who is it?
Your uncle. Open up.
I can't. Call next time.
We need to talk. It's serious. It's about your mother.
She's dead?
Idiot!
Make me a coffee.
Ever hear of housecleaning? Open a window.
What about my mother?
She loves you.
You came to tell me that?
Got a cigarette?
Listen, Simon.
Most of our family was exterminated.
You're our last boy.
Don't let our name disappear.
Don't worry. David will see to that.
He's not an Eskenazy.
There are Eskenazys galore.
Not with a "y".
Aunt Esther and I couldn't have kids.
With a love like ours, that's a tragedy.
But God knows best.
I can't stand it. I have to piss.
- How are you? - Good, and you?
I'm like God made me. In His image.
Keep God out of this.
Where do I go?
There.
Get dressed please.
Got any clean clothes? Socks?
Later.
Can't you close the door?
Clear enough?
Nobody's perfect.
Not bad...
Aren't you living beyond your means?
I'm speaking as your banker, not your uncle.
It'll get cold.
It was nice hearing you play last night.
Like seeing your father. You play exactly like him.
Exactly... I'm a perfect copy.
You'll start looking more and more like him.
There's no escaping family.
You'd make a nice living playing at weddings.
Happy newlyweds make me nauseous.
That's your problem.
I want to discuss something more important.
I take your future to heart. I have an offer for you.
If you get married, I'll wire you ten million francs.
Solomon...
spare me. I'm a lost cause.
I don't take money matters lightly.
Ten million, and there's more.
I'll leave you my mansion in my will.
As long as Esther can use it.
Ball-breaker.
He's a very generous man.
He paid for David's wedding.
Honey, I put myself in your shoes.
It's not that complicated.
Get married,
take Sol's money, and get a divorce.
Face up to reality.
Your life isn't easy. Even now, you can't find someone.
Things won't get easier.
You'll be all alone.
I won't be around forever.
If you have to suffer, suffer rich.
Ten million, Simon. It's a fortune!
When I think of his mansion, I get dizzy.
I get sick.
Honey, I know your problem with women.
I'll handle everything.
She may get hooked. What then?
I'm not worried. If I know you, she'll divorce first.
I want you to be happy.
I love you as you are.
You don't get it. You sound like I'm handicapped.
You know what my gay son cost me? 13 years of analysis.
Should I pay you back?
Don't forget your poor mother once you're rich.
What's the problem?
If you like men, don't mind me.
But get married first.
I prefer you on clarinet.
Where did you hear me?
Your cousin's wedding. You were great.
I'm Rosalie Baumann.
Your mother said you'd be here.
She works fast.
No, I asked her.
I shouldn't have?
Listen, Rosalie.
Let's speak frankly.
Money worries?
Like everyone.
How will you solve them?
Why are you asking?
I came here to tell you that you deserve more.
I don't know why you're here.
In New York you'd already be famous.
Save your breath.
Don't you see? It's my specialty.
Professional?
It's my job. I've been at it for years.
I feel like something. Wait just a second.
Have some champagne.
Don't make a face.
Don't exhaust yourself. I'm not the marrying type.
I don't understand.
You understand perfectly well.
You play great #klezmer#. That's sacred music to me.
You're here for my clarinet? I don't believe it.
I do.
What exactly is your job?
You want to hear me sing?
Now?
I have a recital in Beauvais, at the cultural center there.
I'll try. It sounds far.
There's a map. It's easy.
"Yiddish Songs from Yiddishland" by Rosalie Baumann.
It's part of Yiddish Culture Week.
I have a very nice soprano voice.
Listen, Rosalie. I hate ghettos. They disgust me.
All those cloying violins sicken me.
Cloying?
Yes, cloying.
If they're cloying, then I guess it ends here.
Trust me, she's the perfect prey.
She knows nothing about men.
An uptight girl is a godsend.
And with a clarinet fixation!
- You're a monster. - Am I?
You're the monster.
You'd let me peddle perfume forever?
So tell me...
Have a nice day.
What's she like? A real klutz?
She runs Yiddish Culture Week in Beauvais.
Perfect. She's our solution.
Who is it?
Simon.
It's late.
It's an emergency.
What's wrong?
I hope you're not here to play clarinet.
Your wedding present.
It was your father's.
It couldn't be in better hands.
Do you like it?
It bothers me a little. I'll never use it.
I bet Simon
would love to give you private lessons.
I wish you were an artist too. Like Simon.
Thirsty?
Can we tell him?
Of course we can.
I'm pregnant.
And you're the godfather.
Are you okay?
I keep having headaches.
Do something. He's pale.
Take off your shirt.
How drunk are you?
That's not it... That's irrelevant.
Your arm.
It's since your wedding. You knocked me down, remember?
I hit my head real hard.
It hurts ever since.
Aspirin doesn't help. And I've become hearing
impaired.
Your pressure's fine.
See? You speak here but I hear you back there.
Take a breath.
Deeper, deeper.
You speak behind me but I hear you in front.
You're just pregnant, sweetie.
Davies describes the same symptoms.
Don't joke. My head is in a vice.
For my collection.
Don't steal them. She loves them.
Ever hear of narcissism?
Can I ask you something?
Come closer. I won't rape you.
If you so much as touch me, I'll scream.
What do you do to be happy?
It's easy. I love her, she loves me.
That's all.
Swallow that.
Goodnight.
Lights out?
The Eskenazy Bank can no longer accept your overdraft.
We have bounced the check for your rent.
I'm sorry. Now hand over your checkbook and promise
to pay your debt.
Are you expected? Problem on the 6th floor.
Can we talk?
This is between us.
All I expect is a yes or a no.
I should marry for a new checkbook?
You shouldn't scorn money.
The rich scorn it, not the poor.
Why are you angry? Because I touched a nerve.
You're dying to accept my offer, so you accuse me.
You tell yourself I'm a bastard.
Yes.
You really think it?
Yes.
You know what you are?
- A dirty faggot. - Watch your mouth!
Why not call me a dirty Jew?
Dirty Jew!
A young girl wants to make #varnishkes#.
Pasta in the shape of butterflies.
She's missing four ingredients:
the flour,
a board to roll the dough on,
an oven, of course,
and fourth,
a #bokher#,
a boy who'll eat her #varnishkes#.
To think you came way out here!
I'm surprised too.
Do you regret it?
No, not at all.
By the way... how did you get this far?
I mean... such intensity in your voice.
When I was a little girl in Brooklyn,
from the kitchen I'd hear my grandmother sing.
I asked my mother: "What's she doing?" She answered: "Singing."
What was she singing?
- Do you really care? - Sure!
That's really beautiful.
You're teasing me.
Come on, sing along.
- Me and you? - Give it a try. Loosen up.
Come on!
Watch out!
Can you see the road?
Sort of.
- Thanks. - I should thank you.
What floor are you on?
All the way up. Last floor.
Goodnight, Rosalie.
- You know what I'd like? - No. You tell me.
For you to be relaxed with me.
I'm very relaxed.
And if you'd like, come up and have a nightcap.
I'd love an herbal tea.
Tea?
Wrong key?
No, they changed the lock.
But you live here.
Yeah, I live here...
Motherfucker! Goddamn motherfucker!
No problem.
Who's the motherfucker?
What is it?
It's Rosalie. It's breakfast time.
- What time is it? - Seven o'clock.
Don't fall back asleep.
I'm coming.
Sleep well?
Sparingly.
I get up early, ever since I was little.
It's a question of rhythm. Of being in synch with the angels.
Are you comfortable now?
Yeah, sure I am.
- Sorry, I forgot. - My throat! It's fragile.
Radiators too. They dry my vocal cords. I keep them off.
I thought it was cold here. Comfy, but cold.
What's that?
A humidifier for my voice.
I'll show you the bathroom.
It's through my room.
So if you'll be staying, we'll figure out bathroom hours.
And how much rent I pay.
It'll be purely symbolic.
How about a shower to start the day?
That's my American side.
A big towel for the shower, some small hand towels.
Razor blades.
A toothbrush.
And a new bar of soap.
I aim for perfection, but in life, nothing's ever perfect.
Like my father.
I wish he could hear you play.
Should I tell you what I really felt?
This is the truth. The body never lies.
I was moved, overwhelmed...
down to my very core.
I get goose bumps thinking about it.
Let's take a bath.
I think you've misunderstood.
You may want to, but I can't.
I'm not the kind of girl you hump in a tub.
I'm a shower man myself.
Let's be up front.
- And that symbolic rent? - 2500.
No more questions?
Tea or coffee?
Coffee.
I'm in the shower!
I figured. I'm sorry if I was cold just now.
Not at all. It's best to be up front.
You're a great guy.
Thanks. You too.
Simon, if I'm a pain, please tell me.
I will.
No, that's for meat.
"Mix not meat and milk." Here's a dairy knife.
Stop teasing. Without religion, my life would be empty.
I pray, I keep kosher, and on the Sabbath I don't work.
- Do you mind? - No, I'm impressed.
And sex-wise, where would you place yourself?
I'm unbeatable. I read everything. Nothing can shock me.
I can recite every position. I know them by heart.
You know them by heart in theory.
Of course.
You scared me.
Call me outmoded, but I'm saving myself for my husband.
Am I old-fashioned?
No, I think it's marvelous.
Do you mean it?
I think you're the ideal woman.
It may be nothing at all.
At night I hear voices. It's not someone talking.
It's like static in my head. It buzzes and splutters.
When did it start?
Since I decided to get married.
With a guy?
No, a woman. A real woman.
Lie down.
Promise you'll be honest with me.
Lie down.
We'll have to keep you here.
I knew it.
It's nothing. You have clogged sinuses.
Very funny.
It's minor sinusitis.
That's all?
It's Rosalie's humidifier.
Now I can tend to my real patients.
I have another favor to ask.
It's embarrassing.
I need my clarinet back.
I know it's not very elegant.
It was a present.
Don't rub it in.
Did you give to me or not?
- I did. - So it's mine.
Yes... Sort of.
You'll be mad as hell... I sold it.
No way! It was my father's!
It was too heavy a burden for me.
The next item for sale, number 127, is a silver clarinet.
It's a B-flat clarinet, Boehm system,
made in England circa 1904.
That's it.
We'll start at 3000.
Too much!
Anyone? Yes, the lady in the hat.
3500, the checkered suit. 4000, the hat lady.
4000 once, 4000 twice. 5000, the man with the hankie.
8000, the checkered suit. 8500 there.
9000 back there. Anyone else? 10,000 here,
the hankie man.
Let's go.
10,500, the hat lady.
1 1,000, the hankie man.
- 13,000. - 15,000!
I want it and I'll get it.
Let me touch it.
- Calm down. - Show it to me.
You can't. You have to pay.
- What did we get it for? - 30,000.
Are you sure?
Positive. Look.
Feeling better?
Yes, thank you.
It's gorgeous. And to think you almost lost it!
Can I kiss you?
In front of everyone?
Screw them. Only you exist.
It's the first time.
That you kiss a boy?
A boy I love.
Me too.
You too?
It's the first time I kiss a girl in public. It's exciting.
Are you a sex pervert?
You know what I want?
Isn't it strictly forbidden before marriage?
Not that.
I want you to meet my parents.
It's not too soon?
On the contrary.
It's urgent.
Play something just for me.
Father will consider you a foreigner.
He'll think you're stealing me away.
Don't worry. Be yourself. Be simple. Don't overdo it, that's all.
There's nothing to it. My father is infallible.
Welcome to America.
- Where's your father? - At the cash register.
Looks promising.
This is my father. Mordechai Baumann,
Simon Eskenazy.
- You don't hug. - Never.
You leave against my will
and bring back a foreigner?
Papa...
Are you after my business or my daughter?
Your daughter is exceptional.
You've given her charm, beauty, intelligence.
Plus something I can't put into words.
Where did you get this #schlemiel#?
Papa...
He's a great artist.
That's all we needed.
Those are my brothers.
Samuel.
Eliezer.
That's Daniel, the baby.
I don't want him setting foot in here again!
What did he say?
We're in the way here.
I hear you met my husband?
He's a tough cookie.
A little gruff.
But I prefer a man who hates hypocrites.
So do I.
You're attacking a fortress.
Your daughter?
No.
The Baumann boys.
Not just Rosalie's father. Her brothers too.
Each is more possessive than the next.
They're right.
Rosalie's more delicate than she seems.
They were all hurt when she left.
I helped her in secret. I sent money.
These days, not many girls believe in love.
I hope you believe in it.
It's all so new to me.
If you're the one,
I'll be overjoyed. I'll love you like a son.
I'll need your help.
No, my boy. You'll fight this one alone.
Let your love for my daughter guide you.
I feel I can trust you.
Not like the last one...
Benjamin.
My husband wouldn't speak to him. Yitzak took care of him.
He put him to the test?
You don't know him.
He's impulsive, not mean. He doesn't know
his own strength.
And?
He broke his arm. In two.
- Let me see Rosalie. - No, don't... Stay with me.
If my husband found you two... You can't imagine.
Give me that. But he's a fair man.
Your mother is forcing me to tolerate his presence at my table.
But once dinner is over, I want him out.
He is to return to his hotel and never to come back again.
Enjoy the meal.
Let's wash our hands.
Yitzak!
Don't touch your sister.
Your yarmulke.
There's no use pretending.
Please, Simon. Keep trying, for me.
Please, Simon.
I'll forgive you.
You're still my little Rosalie.
But don't ever let this happen again.
Never.
I'm so proud.
You don't seem too happy.
I'm fine, honey.
All these emotions... plus the jet lag.
Where are you sleeping?
With Daniel.
They fought over me and drew straws. Your baby brother won.
He's no baby. He's 18. See his muscles?
Not yet.
Can I come in?
But leave the door open.
Daniel's a real sweetheart.
Introverted and very delicate.
I think he's my favorite brother.
Stop! I'll never forget what you've done for me.
For us.
Stop, Simon. I want you too badly.
- Me too. - No, please. Stop!
Go, now.
I love you.
I'm going crazy.
Stop!
I'll give you a sleeping pill.
We can't give in. Not before the wedding.
Take the bottle. You'll need them.
Can't I sleep in your room? Even if we do nothing?
If we do nothing, it's worse.
Stop!
Just my luck...
Nothing.
You're not supposed to see my dress.
- Does it matter? - Not really.
You look good.
I was taught never to say this, but I will anyway.
I love you and I'm happy.
I can't imagine life without you. It's crazy.
Don't you agree?
It's a classic. Everyone will love you.
I don't want everyone to love me.
Don't you agree? What's on your mind?
I prefer the other one. It's sexier.
So take the more expensive one, Mr. Eskenazy. It's on your uncle.
Sometimes I think you're too good for me.
I think it all the time.
Think it over.
There's one thing you've never told me.
I haven't heard it yet.
You never said "I love you."
I love you, Rose.
Are you okay? You're pale as a ghost.
I feel nauseous.
I have something.
For air sickness.
I feel like crying.
Stop, now.
You deprive me of everything.
Need I remind you it's a phony marriage?
I got carried away. I'm all confused.
Wait.
Sit down.
I've never slept with a girl.
I don't believe you.
I swear it's the truth.
Are you handicapped?
No... that's not it.
It's wonderful.
We're both virgins.
What better wedding present?
We can't get married.
What do you mean?
I'm a total virgin with girls, but not with boys.
Top or bottom?
I'm sorry, Mordechai.
Your daughter reeks of whiskey.
That's impossible.
She hates whiskey.
How can you be so blind?
Your little Rosalie is drunk!
She's totally plotzed! And so are you!
I hope it'll loosen her up.
Given her upbringing, she needs to let go.
Shut up! I forbid you to speak!
Shut up? Shut up?
I've shut up for 30 years! No more!
From now on, I'll be speaking my mouth.
Well spoken, mama.
We're with you!
Death to the tyrant!
I must ask you a question.
A terrible question.
Answer me honestly.
I want the truth.
Come sit down.
Am I a severe man?
A little.
That's what I thought.
God sent you to us.
Don't exaggerate.
I know what I'm saying.
I've been too harsh with my family.
If Rosalie had never met you...
Just look how she's changed.
It's thanks to you.
That's why I'm giving her to you.
To you... and you alone.
Remember your promise.
He gets his gift once he's a father.
- You said at the wedding! - Once he's a father.
At the wedding!
You're gorgeous.
I feel so dizzy.
The "Do Not Disturb" sign.
Do as you please, honey.
Come...
Just a second.
What's wrong?
We need the "Do Not Disturb" sign.
Forget it. Help me take off my dress.
Can I undress you?
You feel my heart throbbing?
This is a great moment. Like the first man on the moon.
It's so wonderful.
I'll be your first woman.
Your first and only.
It's wonderful to feel unique.
Can I caress your rear?
Women are often attracted by men's rear-ends.
I can understand that.
Maybe you can take off your shoes.
Can I keep this on?
It's like I'm getting a shot.
I'm not your nurse.
I'm just telling you what excites me.
What excites me most now is your rear.
The rest scares me.
Men's big things have always scared me.
What's yours like?
I'll lie back...
Are you expected?
Problem on the 6th floor.
Can we talk?
Don't do something you'll regret.
There's no use shouting. Keep calm.
When I'm dead, you'll thank me.
I'm still alive.
I've thought it over. I want nothing from you.
I'll manage. We will. My kids won't be spoiled
by your money.
Kids... At your rate, start with one.
I don't want one. I want several.
I'll stop bothering you.
Go work.
The Davies syndrome.
What's that?
It's in one of his books, "Heavy Hearts in Hell".
When you feel desire for someone, man or woman,
there's a point where the desire is so strong
- it builds and builds -
you feel so much desire that you get blocked.
I never read it.
Where's next?
Plèlan-le-Grand.
It's tiny, but worth it.
They're old-timers, but it's well-paid.
Can you stop wrinkling my dress?
You've made progress, especially in the second part.
I was right. Keep singing from within. It's more moving.
It sounds less forced.
It was a great performance. We even sold two cassettes!
How much is that?
Let alone agent fees!
Stop that. It bothers me.
Stop, I said.
You're unfair!
This dress is me.
Simon, for once can't you act like a man?
You want a real man?
Stop staring at me.
I like jotting down my thoughts.
Don't let this obsess you.
It'll come when it comes. I'm very happy.
We've come a long way together.
Physical love may take some time. It may be a while.
It doesn't matter. We have all life long.
Maybe she's bad in bed.
Can't you stop?
When you're arm in arm, holding her against you,
smelling her, what do you feel?
Physically.
Ever screwed a woman?
- Disgusting! - So just imagine.
I can't imagine.
So keep quiet.
I bet you're dying to have kids.
I am. Especially with her.
Your uncle's offer is still good.
No one can be a schmuck forever!
Who do you mean? You or me?
How was the Aznavour concert?
Whiskey breath!
Please don't make a fuss because I went out with my mother.
No fuss.
My parents send their love.
Me too.
Today was my birthday.
I'm sorry. I'm a real ass.
Forget about it.
How can I be forgiven?
Sleep.
Don't overdo it. My birthday was yesterday. Lights out.
Does she know you're gay?
Rosalie knows all.
- Do you make love? - Of course.
Often?
I don't count. I'd say about once a day.
Oddly enough, I like it a lot. So does she.
We're divorcing.
It's serious. We made a huge mistake.
I realize we don't have much in common.
You two have music.
And a sex life, if I understand correctly.
But I miss Nathalie so badly!
Should Rosalie see her?
Definitely not.
What will you do?
I don't know. I'm too depressed.
If you need a breather, you can stay here.
I'm so bad off, I'll be a pain.
Don't forget you're my favorite cousin.
David...
Pain in the ass!
I forgot where I was.
Get dressed.
Sorry, I totally forgot.
You do it on purpose.
You've got a twisted mind.
Nathalie didn't call?
I need a phone of my own. I gave the hospital
your number. Is that okay?
Our house is yours.
Thanks for breakfast.
You forgot to give him this... What a shame.
I bet David would love some nice, juicy raisins.
He's fine.
I'm sure he is. He's lucky.
I never get such royal treatment.
Don't make a face. I'm not acting jealous.
David's my cousin.
Is that all?
Yes. My best friend too.
No more?
Are you asking if we've fucked? It's no.
I just spoke with Nathalie. She has doubts...
Woman are incredible! You see faggots everywhere!
Rosalie, the huge majority of men prefer women.
A gay David? That's ridiculous.
And don't bother asking him. He's on edge.
Poor thing... For such a big guy, he's very fragile.
Inside that muscle man is a heart of Prozac. I'm touched.
Hi.
Good morning.
Simon said I could shower.
Make yourself at home. Take our bedroom to our bathroom.
You never had a tiny desire? Teeny-tiny. Unconscious. Be honest.
I keep searching, but no.
You never eyed a handsome guy?
Yes, but that's different.
You have no curiosity!
Every man should try it once in his life.
Imagine being a woman in a man's arms.
The mere thought disgusts me.
Are you okay?
I'll go shower.
What's this? It's not kosher!
I've always wanted to try one.
I'm stopping with Sabbath too. There's no use.
For me, it meant a real family: father, mother, children.
Got a smoke?
You're drinking too.
Really?
Men drive women to drink.
Can't we try once? Just once?
That way, I'll get over you once and for all.
Not a bad idea. Just think.
You feel nothing for me.
Sex between us will be lousy.
Afterwards, I'll be able to watch you walk around naked.
I won't feel a thing.
I'll be cured.
I can't say that.
Too masochistic.
Simon, come here.
What is it?
You want to talk?
I'd love to. Silence in couples is deadly.
Even if it hurts, let's get it out.
And I think I know what the problem is.
It's hard for you to say.
Go on, Rosalie. Go for it.
Let yourself go. I'm all ears.
I'm pregnant.
Who is he?
How can you ask that?
Remember the first man on the moon?
Can I kiss you?
I need to go back to New York.
You're crazy.
I made a mistake, that's all.
I thought patience was enough.
That loving you would make it work. It's not working.
I was wrong.
You can't change. I can't stand it. I'm too weak.
I love you. Do you believe me?
Not anymore.
A few months later...
You here?
What's his name?
Who?
Your new pianist.
He plays well.
Has he been accompanying you for long?
I like your hair that way.
Your face lights up.
How's tricks?
I'm cutting a record. Half Yiddish, half Broadway.
See what I mean?
I have to go. You'll catch pneumonia.
I've thought about you...
I've thought about you too. And I've turned the page.
I'm going.
Wait, Rosalie.
Our life together may be over,
but I'm going to be a father and we're still married...
hat lady.
Come visit whenever you want.
Everything's just fine.
If there's the slightest problem, I'll call you.
What's wrong?
I think I have a hard-on.
Subtitles: Andrew Litvack
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