A GIRL CUT IN TWO
Hi, gorgeous. It's great to see you.
- Have a good trip? - Perfect.
I stopped off for lunch at Georges Blanc's.
- You always have good ideas. - It was on an impulse.
It was divine. I thought of you.
The bastard hasn't lost it.
- You seem in fine form. - I am.
You'd better be, seeing what's coming.
A heavy schedule again? Capucine, don't push your luck.
- That's it, complain. - Allow me. What's in there, a wild boar?
Cut the modesty act. It's your tome.
Giraudet's on my back for you to do a book signing at his bookstore Monday.
He's afraid he'll run out, so I'm playing delivery girl.
Relax. I'll take them down tomorrow.
We'll print 200,000 to 300,000 copies. You have no reason to complain.
- I won't. - I'll take that.
- Still have your little place in town? - Still.
Quite the local lord, aren't you?
- The Marquis de Carabas. - Marquis de Sade, rather.
- Want a drink? - No, thanks.
Well, I do.
I never understood how you could work in this mess.
I can't work anywhere else than in this mess.
- Still write in longhand? - Still.
Where's Dona?
Upstairs, in her lair. She's working like mad.
- Still love her? - More than that, my dear.
She's a saint.
Not just that, but she's a saint.
But not just.
Capucine.
Capucine, what a pleasure to see you.
Let me look at you. Younger than ever.
Not too much, I hope. I mustn't look ridiculous.
Old age is when you start saying, "I've never felt so young."
Give us a break with your quotations.
That's Jules Renard, smarty-pants.
You know so much.
- Not your tongue! - You didn't used to say that.
Stop it, you two. You're getting me hot.
How can you make him work Sunday?
Yes, how? And for a cable channel, to boot.
That's it.
Henri says local cable channels are where it's at, in terms of image.
In terms of image. Listen to yourself talk.
- And in terms of nuisance? - Don't throw a fit.
You've known Bernard since school, and young Volte, the interviewer, is good.
- Ever watch him? - Never. I'm unforgivable.
You know he hates TV.
You avoid the Paris media circus, as you call it.
You hole up in the country but want your books to sell.
So cooperate a little.
Nice and easy.
I'm thirsty.
...and the good news is, these temperatures will last all week.
It's our own Indian summer. See you tomorrow.
Thank you, Gabrielle. You're the sunshine of this station.
Don't forget tonight, after the news with Benoit Charpentier,
Antoine Volte will interview, live, writer Charles Saint-Denis,
who will honor us with a presentation of his new book.
So, Miss Gabrielle, don't we listen to our cell?
- Sure. Four times a day, at mealtimes. - Four?
There's my four o'clock snack.
- They're waiting. - Coming.
Saved by the bell.
- Tomorrow at one. Café de I'Horloge. - I'll call you in the morning.
- You tease. - You father of three.
What magical hands, child.
- What's your name? - Sandrine.
Sandrine.
Shit. Excuse me. I thought no one was here.
No, please. Do come in.
Sit down. I'm almost done.
No, I won't disturb you. I can take off my makeup later.
No, please, stay. You're not disturbing me.
So, how's it going, old man?
This fairy treats me like a king.
Keep it up, child.
We've known each other since school. Remember Father Goriot?
No, Gregoriot.
Remember? Do I ever. He made sure I'd never forget him.
Always a hand down my pants. It didn't cause an uproar then.
How old were you?
Primary school... 22, 23.
We were little darlings.
It's disgusting.
I spoke to Antoine. He loves your book.
Good. How about you?
We can discuss it later.
He hasn't read it.
Enough about the book. Let's talk about you.
Do you enjoy that?
What?
Being talked about?
Just a little. Not too much.
You really don't miss the lights of Paris?
Lyon isn't exactly dark.
Do you still write for the Nouvel Observateur?
They're kind enough to ask for my opinion on selected topics.
I suppose you don't do it for the money. Charles Saint-Denis, what motivates you?
The contact with reality.
It's a real problem for writers. I lead a nun-like existence.
What topics interest you at the moment?
I wonder if French society isn't drifting toward Puritanism or decadence.
- Quite a subject. - Especially for a nun.
One last thing, if I may...
And the Goncourt Prize?
He already won it.
That's right, you already won it. Congratulations.
What year was that?
In '69. A magical year.
If there ever was one.
And the French Academy - are you tempted?
As you know, I love quotes, so here's one.
You know Piron, the 18th-century playwright who wrote La Métromanie?
Of course... Piron.
Well, this fine Piron wrote his own epitaph.
"Here lies Piron, who never made it, not even to the Academy."
Thank you.
I'm delighted to see you again.
Mr. Mayor, how are you?
- Not afraid of compromising yourself? - Why?
That moron Fontaine claims Jacques really slipped up.
Oh, shit. What are you going to do?
As usual, busy him with something else. Don't you worry.
Lydia. What's she doing here?
She and Bonnerbier hit it off.
It goes to show...
It's not that I'm bored, but I have to run.
Goodbye.
- Excuse me, sir... - Oh, that's right.
Fun's over, kids. I'm due at the veterans' banquet.
No joking matter.
- Sir, I wanted to... - Excuse me. Charles...
Could you talk to Galland? He'll do a fine piece on your book.
- That kid's divine. - Who is?
The girl you were staring at.
Hold this for me. It's hot.
Who is she?
Gabrielle Snow. A predestined name. She's our weathergirl.
But I'll bet she's on her way up.
- Having a good time? - How about you?
Capucine and I had a good laugh. But I have to go. My train's at 9am.
Leaving me again?
All the better to come back to you.
- One more round. - I can go home on my own.
- No, wait for me. - At the cloakroom.
- The verdict's unanimous, my dear. - For or against me?
Dummy.
Where's Dona?
Waiting at the door. Coming home with us?
Bernard wants to have dinner. He'll take me home.
Insatiable.
- I'm free, that's all. - Is it all?
See you tomorrow, then.
- Don't pull a face. - You promised never to do it again.
You know I can't keep a promise. Ask my dear mother.
One day, your dear mother will fire me.
Then I'll sneak you in again through the back door. They asleep?
Joséphine's gone up, but Eléonore's with your mother.
Oh, Lord.
Paul, where have you been?
Do you really care, Mother?
- I was so worried. - I went by the stables.
- At this time of night? - Yes, this time of night.
- Pour me a Scotch? - Mother...
Not him again.
- Play with us? - Lay off me. Thank you.
"Charles Saint-Denis, our local claim to fame, will sign his new book..."
Fuck the claim to fame.
What?
What do you see in that bastard?
Don't start that again.
I hate him. I hate the guy.
It's me.
- Home already? - Yes.
It was a bore. I'm exhausted.
- Hungry? - I had a bite at the bash.
Let's hear it. What's Saint-Denis like?
Not bad for his age.
Hey, you.
Just kidding, Mom.
He's a good writer with a real narrative sense.
OK, his style's a bit conventional, but he's definitely talented.
Good reader's report.
I know a thing or two. He's a high liver...
Meaning he loves women?
He loves his wife. One of his best books is dedicated to her.
- Why are we talking about him? - I saw the show. Volte's so stupid.
Don't be an old fuddy-duddy. I'm going to bed.
- Coming tomorrow? - What time did you say?
He's expected at four. Come a bit earlier.
OK. Good night, Mom.
He'll be here any minute.
- He's always on time. - As a rule.
- Speak of the devil. - How are you?
Just fine. You, too, from what I see.
I was just thanking Capucine. I know you dislike such rituals.
I have to come out my hole sometimes. Or I'd never leave Mont Valin.
I'm so happy there.
Still an epicurean?
That's his biggest stroke of genius. The gourmet reputation.
Wherever he goes, everyone bends over backwards
and brings out that extra-special bottle of wine.
If they only knew you can't even make an omelet.
I won't even answer such nonsense.
- I still enjoy the fleshly pleasures. - That's reassuring.
Hello.
Hello. I didn't think I'd see you again so soon.
- You expected to see me again? - I hoped I would, yes.
My mother works here.
A lucky coincidence.
So, you were brought up on books?
Yes. That's why I make it a point of honor never to open one.
You're funny.
"A bon mot is worth a bad book."
Jules Renard. Don't tell me you also have that disease.
Afraid so. My father gave me a dictionary of quotations when I was ten.
It was one of his few presents.
Well, young lady, I've driven all my friends up the wall
with quotations, spoonerisms and anagrams.
And you'd kill your mother for a witty remark?
Don't tell a soul, but I killed my mother.
- It's time, Charles. - What?
I said, it's time to start. It's four o'clock.
Capucine Jamet, my publisher and friend...
- Gabrielle Snow. - Yes, sorry. Gabrielle Snow.
Gabrielle. What a pretty name.
If you don't mind, Charles...
- Do you like auctions? - Never been.
Perfect. There's one this Saturday at 2pm at the Presqu'ile Auction House.
We can meet there.
I'M COUNTING ON IT
And if I don't open your book?
Come anyway. You staying?
A bit, yes.
I look old here, don't I?
Don't ask yourself that. And most of all, don't ask others.
But I don't look as old as that.
Look, it's the Gaudens boy. Poor guy.
Poor guy? Don't make me laugh.
Good day, ladies and gents.
My humble respects, young lady.
Don't tell me. Doesn't your face grace our TV screens every day?
Thank you, sir.
Excuse me, where can I find the book by a certain Mr. Saint-Denis?
On the table near the author.
Near the author. Near the author.
No, please, it's your turn. I can wait mine.
Say, Paul, how are things? You feeling well?
Just fine, but I find your tone rather paternalistic.
I meant your fall from the horse.
I read about it. I worry about your health.
- How touching. You talk like a book. - It's to entertain my readers.
So what brings you here?
I couldn't miss the chance to see a living genius again.
Not young, certainly, but living.
For your mother?
I have to run. Tell Mr. Saint-Denis I'm sorry.
- I doubt it matters much to him. - Tell him anyway.
Paul Gaudens. Delighted to meet you.
Very funny, your little act.
Did you like it?
- Why the dislike? You jealous? - Jealous?
No, but unlike him, I'm honest.
He's a poseur, a fraud.
OK, but attractive, rich and famous.
Rich? No, I'm rich. Much richer than him.
I'm a Gaudens. Gaudens Labs. Don't tell me you've never heard of them.
Say no more, poor man.
Now you'll think I could only love you for your money.
I have to go to work.
- I'll give you a lift. - I have my horse. Thanks, anyway.
How can I see you again?
Your helmet!
- Your book. - Don't bother me with that crap.
Come in.
- Hey, gorgeous. - Mr. Director.
- How's my heavenly goddess? - Fine.
Excuse me.
Yes?
Jean-Phi.
No, no, tell me... How much did you say?
5,000 euros?
No, that's fine.
You can sell it in six months.
Don't mention it.
Take care, kiddo.
You wanted to see me?
I was wondering if you're happy doing the weather.
Why? Something else for me?
Could be.
You're young, and I have to talk to Bernard.
- Give me some time? - All the time you want.
- Yes. - Can I see you a minute? Urgent.
OK. Excuse me.
Grégoire fought with Emilie.
We had to shift everything to read the teleprompters. It's getting personal.
Those two are starting to get on our tits.
Somebody's balls are going to end up in a jar.
OK, go speak to Grégoire.
- I'd speak to Emilie. - Thanks, but I make the decisions.
Try to calm things down.
I'll be down in a minute.
- I don't know what to say. - Scare 'em.
- Problems... - I'll leave you to them. I have to go.
OK, my pet. We'll talk again very soon.
Anyway, I've had a very interesting day.
Is it nice in Rome? No kidding? Rotten luck...
Here? Beautiful. Serves you right.
No, I don't believe it.
What a clown.
I'll tell Capucine. She'll have a good laugh. She's next door.
I mustn't leave her alone too long. She goes back tonight.
She likes driving at night. Yep, my two women are deserting me.
I love you, too. Take care.
Want a drink?
- Looking for something? - The remote.
What for?
To watch TV.
That's new.
Men can be fickle, too. Goddamn it!
Under the coffee table, smarty.
...the weather with Gabrielle,
followed by the evening news with Benoit Charpentier.
Gabrielle, what's in store tomorrow?
It's still warm for the season, between 21 and 24C for the region...
A lovely young woman.
Very young woman.
See you tomorrow.
You're smart to leave tonight.
- I was waiting for you. - So I see.
I followed you. To know all about you.
Aren't you a little loony?
- Can I take you to dinner? - Where?
Wherever. Whatever you like.
Too easy. You choose, and we'll see if I like it.
OK, you're on.
Just give me a minute.
Hello, Mom? It's me. I'm eating out. I won't be in too late, so don't worry.
Take care. See you later.
- I drive fast. - That doesn't scare me.
This is our Nuits St. George 1961.
You can serve her.
Thank you.
Nectar of the gods.
- To us. - To you, sir.
- First names. - OK.
- What do you do for a living? - Want to know everything?
Just what you do for a living.
I live.
That's no answer.
I'm in business.
Good. What kind of business?
My father's business.
He's dead.
When did he die?
Almost ten years ago.
What was his business?
Gaudens Laboratories. Ring a bell?
That Gaudens? Yes, it does.
And you manage them?
Not quite. Thank you.
- You live on your private income. - More or less.
More than less?
- Does that bother you? - No, it's rather nice.
As long as you don't feel useless.
Excuse me a second. Start without me.
Hurry up before it gets cold.
- Evening, Boris. - Evening, Mr. Saint-Denis.
- Evening, Ellie. - Evening, Charles.
- Evening, Cecile. - Good evening, Mr. Saint-Denis.
- I told you, call me Charles. - Never. Then you get hooked.
It's quiet tonight.
Last night, we had a group of nuts dressed as Chinese.
It was fun. What can I get you?
A Chivas, no ice.
- I read the review. A good start. - I'm glad.
Is it selling?
You only think of money, but you're not to be pitied.
You can talk.
You should know. Who was it who said:
"Only earn as much money as your imagination allows you to spend"?
- I did. - No, it wasn't you.
The usual, a gin and tonic and a Perrier for the gentleman.
- With or without lemon? - You and your Perrier.
If you want to remain attractive...
But you are attractive, so cut it out.
He keeps harping on his age.
Women don't care about your age. Your experience is all.
True, we live in strange times.
Never has one seen so many tits, navels and thighs. But hands off.
The Iron Curtain.
That reminds me, all this crap began after the Berlin Wall came down.
- Put it on my tab. - What do you think, Cecile?
I don't know. I don't do politics.
No, honestly. When you talk to young people...
Take my daughter, Charlotte.
The other day, she says to me, "Dad, let's talk man-to-man."
OK.
So she says, "What if I brought an old man home?"
Charlotte's 23.
I ask her, "How old is this old man?"
She says, "50."
OK, I'm a tolerant father.
I don't like conflict.
So I say something like this - "As long as you're happy."
She brings the guy home.
Nice fellow, actually.
I know him by sight. A lawyer, too.
Don't tell me she's looking for a father. She has two.
Her mother's husband, who raised her, and me. So?
See you later.
He do that often?
Sexuality is one of the great mysteries of humanity.
I saw Capucine last night with Bernard.
- She's still gorgeous. - You bet she is.
Say, know anything about Saturday's auction?
Thanks, Paul. It was delicious.
- I'll take you home. - I'm on my scooter. It's not far.
You're amazing. Honestly.
Saturday, there's a party. The whole jet set. Be my date.
Saturday? I don't know. No, I can't Saturday.
- When, then? - I don't know.
Don't pressure me. I hate that.
Sorry. Forgive me.
Of course I forgive you.
- You're sweet. - Sweet?
I didn't say stupid, I said sweet.
Good night, Paul. See you soon.
I love you.
Number six, a love letter from Gustave Moreau.
We'll start at 180 euros.
180, everyone wants it. 180. 200.
220 to my left. Come on, Mr. Junot.
- Not tempted by a little love? - Not at that price.
You've changed.
250. It's worth twice as much.
There are over 200 lots. 250, going once...
Gone to the man in the second row.
Now, lots seven to 40 - manuscripts and books from the Divanov collection.
For starters, a centerpiece sure to interest some amateurs here.
This is it.
...a rare edition of The Woman and the Puppet by Pierre Louys,
in mint condition, from 1937,
with ambiguously enticing illustrations by Edouard Chimot.
The Bonne Compagnie Press.
We'll open the bidding at 500. 600.
700. 800. 1,000.
We have 1,000. 1,100. 1,200.
1,500. 1,700.
2,000.
No?
Sold for 2,000 euros. Mr. Saint-Denis.
Congratulations, sir.
And moving on now to number eight, a marvelous letter from Ingres...
He was a fabulous erotomaniac.
He lived literally shut away in his flat. He died half blind.
I thought it made you deaf.
Must depend on your character. He was incredibly talented.
Pibrac's Quatrains are a gem.
There are more unpublished writings, and no one knows where half of them are.
And why this one?
This one is kind of special and...
it's for you.
If you don't like to read, you can look at the pictures.
Here we are.
What do you think?
I come here to work when I can't bear the silence of the countryside.
You think I'm stupid?
I'm a better judge of character than that.
Can I get you a drink?
I'd like you to kiss me.
"A GUIDE TO MANNERS FOR YOUNG GIRLS"
I must have seemed clumsy to you.
I'll teach you.
I get the feeling I'm not the first one you've brought here.
You could be the last one.
That's a beautiful photo.
Where is it?
Lisbon.
You've never been?
There are lots of places I've never been.
Will you take me there?
What time is it?
Nearly 7 pm.
Shit. I have to get to the studio. I'm on before the news.
- No shower first? - I prefer to keep you with me.
- Meet you here later? - What do you mean?
- Not tonight? - Whoa, little girl. You're going too fast.
- I'm not a free man. - Really?
- I've been married for 25 years. - So what?
I'm nearly 30 years older than you.
So? Does that bother you?
You've made sharper remarks.
And smoking doesn't suit you.
What's up?
"I dare undertake all and achieve all."
At a loss for words, Pops? You need to quote?
Trust me, Gabrielle. It's for your own good.
Here, take your filth back.
You know what?
You make me sick.
And this unexpected weather may be with us all day tomorrow and even Monday.
Good luck to you all. See you tomorrow.
Gabrielle, I've been looking for you.
I tried to reach you all day.
I'd like you to come with me to the Fresco party tonight.
Why me?
There are two or three people I want you to meet.
Be right with you. It could be really important for you.
- That's kind of you, but... - No buts.
Get down to the wardrobe. Roland's expecting you.
I'll wait for you in my office. See you in a bit.
There you are. How kind of you.
Emilie is hammered. Should I take her home?
Leave her be. I'm firing her in five minutes.
- Say, honey... - Excuse me. Be right back.
- May I have some Champagne? - I'll get a cold bottle.
Champagne, young lady?
- Oh, Paul. Thank you. - I'm glad you came.
My boss dragged me here.
Any reason suits me.
Gabrielle. You're the loveliest lady here.
And it's not as if the others haven't been trying.
Care to dance?
Your boss is absolutely charming.
Are you OK?
Excuse me.
- Come on. I'll take you home. - Leave me alone.
No. Don't be stupid. It's late and you're far from home.
You'll catch cold. I'll take care of you.
Everyone treats me like a kid.
Let me love you, Gabrielle.
I can give you everything you want.
I can marry you if you like.
But I don't love you, Paul. You're not the one I love.
What do you mean?
Whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you. I'm the one who deserves you.
I know you were made for me.
Give me a chance.
It's true. It would be so simple.
- Kiss me. - I don't want to.
A kiss. That's all I'm asking for.
I'm used to getting what I want, honey, so don't fight it.
Not used to getting turned down, are you, buster?
- You trying to turn me on? - Paul...
- Wanna turn me on? - Paul, cut it out.
Let go.
Don't worry. It'll be all right.
I'm such an idiot.
The job's available. It must be on your mind.
Not really, at the moment.
Don't be stupid. Le Riou's not the sort to let things drag.
I'll let him come to me.
- Gabrielle. - Yes.
- Excuse me. Can I see you a minute? - Yes.
Someone's waiting in your dressing room. I think it's important.
Thanks, Isabelle.
- Excuse me? - Go ahead.
I didn't want to disturb you at work, but I wanted to apologize for last night.
I'd had too much to drink.
Forgive me, won't you?
Of course I forgive you.
I acted like a fool.
More like a spoiled child.
Don't say that. You're so different from the others.
So different.
You know, Le Riou's a friend of mine.
So I gathered, yes.
If you want, I can...
Paul, stay out of my business.
Ah.
You won't be indebted to anyone. Is that it? I get it.
OK.
Gabrielle...
Gabrielle, I love you. You know that.
You really try hard to win me.
Where's your pride?
I don't know. I don't care.
I want so much for you to like me a bit. A bit.
Just a tiny bit.
I do like you.
You do?
She said it! Hallelujah! She said she loved me.
- Can you say it again? - I like you.
That's nice.
- Yes? - Miss Snow?
- Yes. - These are for you.
- There's a card. - Thank you.
COME. CHARLES.
My angel, do you realize what's happening?
I don't realize a thing.
I hurt you, didn't I?
Forgive me.
I wanted to protect you.
Protect you from me.
You're so innocent.
- Who cares now? - Yes, who cares?
Who cares, but I'm so old.
Oh, you're so old.
But with age comes experience.
- And? - You said you'd teach me.
Don't tell me you're depraved.
Don't tell me you're a pervert.
Come on.
Can I stay tonight?
I forbid you to leave.
Make you some coffee?
"Autumn's here. The nights are growing colder."
If nights grow cold...
- I recommend it. - I like action.
There's plenty of action. The style's lively, too.
- OK, then, I trust you. - You won't be sorry.
- Hi, Mom. - What a wonderful surprise.
- Thank you. - Goodbye.
- I'm taking you to lunch. - No, you're not. I'm paying.
Nope. Today, it's on me.
We laugh a lot.
He's actually very funny.
It hasn't killed your appetite.
I'm ravenous these days.
- Not having white wine with your fish? - No.
I saw the show last night. You were good.
It beats the weather report.
I mean, you almost awed me.
That's something to celebrate.
- Here's to you. - To you, my darling. Be happy.
That's all I care about.
I know you'd really like him.
There's no "mm."
And he'd adore you.
You're a bit naive, sweetie.
Is it his age?
To be honest, it's not a point in his favor.
He's older than I am.
I always knew you'd snag a father...
I don't know. I worry about you. It's only natural.
- You don't think it'll work out. - Put yourself in my shoes.
We love each other.
Does his wife know?
He's spoken to her.
He says that she can't live without him,
that she'd rather accept another woman than lose him.
She's very unhappy and cries all the time.
It can't be much fun.
- Then he won't leave her. - He will. But not just yet.
He doesn't want to hurt her.
- How noble of him. - Dessert?
Thank you.
To the two most beautiful women in my life.
To the most perfect man.
- And the most imperfect. - Stop exaggerating, you two.
- To my man, my good man. - Yes.
Say, Capucine, could you persuade those sharks who exploit us
to let me wander the globe on an expense account?
There's a biography in the air. Whose?
It's a tossup.
Cendrars or Stevenson, while I'm at it.
Mr. Saint-Denis, what a surprise.
And lovely company.
Dona, my wife.
Capucine, a friend. Paul Gaudens.
Delighted.
You're in charming company, too.
Oh, please.
It's just my mother and sisters.
By the way, this table you're sitting at is normally reserved for us.
I won't insult you by asking you to move, but I did want you to know.
I know, ladies, forgive me.
I must seem a bit ridiculous to you.
But Mr. Saint-Denis has a habit of trespassing on my preserves.
Please forgive this cavalier intrusion.
I hope you enjoy your meal.
He's not a member of your fan club.
The impertinence of an inferiority complex. Of no importance.
I love you.
And I'm in love with you.
I envy you two.
What do you envy?
Your love.
No flaws, no compromises, no childishness.
It's easy enough. I live with a saint.
You've said that before.
Know what this saint dreams of, if she had another life?
Reincarnation with a pair of balls.
- Have you decided? - For better or for worse.
Would you taste it?
- Fine. - It's all right?
Thank you.
Joséphine, really.
I didn't do anything.
I didn't do anything, did I?
Not at all, miss.
Stop it. You're embarrassing him.
I'm sorry if I put you out.
It's nothing, miss.
Exquisite.
As good as the one we drank at the La Poteries'.
- Don't you think, Paul? - Your mother's talking to you.
Yes, Mother?
I said, this is as good as the Champagne at the La Poteries'.
- Why must you bring them up? - Why not?
Because my answer is still no.
Please give it some more thought.
Emilienne is charming, cultured, and her parents are fine people.
Your father was very close to them.
And I've known Madeleine since childhood.
Sure, you're practically cousins.
Emilienne. They should have called her Cleopatra.
That's enough.
Besides, I have other plans.
- What might they be? - I think I'm in love.
What?
Did I say something dirty?
Will you rap my knuckles with a ruler like old Mr. Philippot?
- Stop that. - Remember Mr. Philippot?
You hired him for remedial tutoring.
He tutored me, all right,
and in subjects you never even imagined. Poor Mother.
But so what? It left you time for your charity committees.
Good deeds, charity...
But you couldn't even raise your own children.
Raise them, maybe.
But love them,
that was a bit too difficult.
If only you'd had lovers...
Yes, Paul.
- Frank... - Yes?
Let's go fetch the cigars from the car.