You're here, madam.
- Your vegetables. - Thanks.
It's all ready.
It's all there. I threw in some extra garlic.
That's nice. How much is it?
That's 38 francs.
It'll make a great ratatouille.
That's 38...
- and 40. Thank you. - Thanks. Bye.
- Have a nice day. - You too.
Thanks.
Toulouse Theatre Company
Yes, Madam?
- He was here first. - Yes, Sir?
- Go ahead. - Thank you.
Some aspirin and shaving cream.
- Is Roger Gallet OK? - Yes.
It also comes in gel.
I don't know. Whatever...
I don't know either.
I'd take the gel.
For sensitive skin?
Take the regular, it's the same.
That's 85 francs.
Got anything smaller?
Take care of him.
I'll have... tampons please.
What kind?
She didn't say?
Take the regular too.
OK. Thanks.
Thanks.
And 90... Thank you, Madam. Bye.
- Bye. - Bye. Thanks.
- No problem. Thanks too. - No problem.
With a turnover of 6 billion and a 13% growth rate,
this year has been excellent for our laboratory.
When we break down the numbers, we are happy with the results.
MB pharmaceutical
is therefore ranked 23 in the world.
That proves we're making progress.
In order to move up and enter the top ten,
we have a new marketing approach, but I'm convinced
your role as medical sales reps
is by and large more efficient.
That's why I'd like to welcome our 7 new sales reps
who I wish all the best,
and two current employees who move to key positions as regional managers:
Luc Wiernik in the Eastern region...
and Claire Cancelier in the South-West.
A lot of changes are taking place there
since this year we lose our friend...
Gilbert Fremont,
who is taking a well-earned early retirement.
The team wishes you smooth sailing.
Thanks. I don't know what to say...
- Don't speak, sing! - Give us a song, Gilbert!
- Really, I... - You can exchange it.
No, I like it. It's really great.
Hold it. Don't move, Gilbert.
- To us. - To you.
Do I look like an idiot?
- You paid too. - I didn't choose it.
It lights up so I can look like an idiot at night.
Is this broach yours?
- Yes. Where was it? - In the auditorium.
Thanks, Louise.
- Won't it be strange? - What?
I don't know, all this, early retirement...
It'll be strange not to see you.
Don't be silly.
You know what? Apparently, in 1955
people laughed for 1-2 minutes a day.
And now it's less than 10 seconds. Scary, isn't it?
Looking at these uptight people,
I'd rather be on my boat with seagulls for company.
- How long were you here? - 15 years.
- He said 20. - No, before that I was in Lille.
Don't take those.
Not the salmon.
Take the black ones there.
What's wrong with them?
I wouldn't eat them.
- Do you read "Science & Life"? - No.
My cousin wrote an article about the salmon.
He says that over 40% of salmon produced is genetically modified.
Do you understand?
Not too appealing.
It's crap, pardon the expression.
He's making waves, my cousin...
with a petition for the court.
He already has over 700 signatures.
In the meantime, boycott the salmon.
Carole! My wife.
Get the petition from my bag.
Stop bothering people.
I'm just showing them.
If you want to sign, it's OK with me... Want to see it?
- Stop annoying them. - I'm not.
Get it. It's on the radiator.
Read it and see.
Would you sign, Miss?
I'd have to see.
May I have a word with you?
Excuse me.
He's rather strange.
You mean he's nuts!
He'd be a hit as a salesman! He's a fast talker.
Eat! He's full of it.
I hear they make featherless chickens these days.
They made you brainless!
- How's Mr. Lighthouse Keeper? - OK.
- How are you Claire? - Fine.
Come, let me introduce you. Excuse us.
Normal salmon grow in 3 years. These take only 6 months.
You're well informed.
Salmon are magnificent.
It's awful to do that to them!
Henri, excuse me.
This is Claire, the South-West manager.
Hello.
Now I know why I wanted to live in the South!
The climate...
Yes. Anyway, I hope you boost our sales.
After I'm done tanning, I will.
- You mean cloned? - No.
Clones would be much better than genetic modification.
- Wild salmon clones are the answer. - OK.
Here.
- Look. - What is it?
- A petition. - Stop!
Don't people want to know what they eat?
Yes.
What's going on here? What's this?
Excuse us. You two, follow me.
I've had enough of this, understood!
None of it is true. There's nothing wrong with the salmon.
See... it's delicious! And all this is bullshit!
It's guaranteed Norwegian, smoked in Oslo.
- Help yourselves. - See what you did?
Come on. Go ahead, taste it!
- Very good. - You see!
It's over, you two are fired. Get out of here!
Now!
Come on.
You're a moron. That's all I have to say.
- What was that story? - Which one?
The stuttering waitress?
It was in Agen at that restaurant, Carteron.
It was nuts! I took the hospital staff...
11 people... all dressed up,
Baldos, Osmu, everybody...
He startled me.
I'm nervous around waiters now.
Excuse me, Sir.
Is your wine made with genetically modified grapes?
No. I don't know.
How can you not know? You could be poisoning us!
- It's Bordeaux. - That's no guarantee!
Stop it.
And let them poison us?
Don't listen to him.
And the stuttering waitress?
She was fantastic! With tits...
Sorry, ladies. This big!
And a gorgeous ass.
She comes over to take our order and says:
I have a...
a great ass... ass...
asparagus dish tonight.
You see, I won't miss him.
Soon you'll be sailing...
At least the air's clearer.
Good evening.
Don't worry, I won't ruin the night with a speech.
Just a few short words on the show I chose this year.
Unlike our convention,
it is entirely impromptu.
It is a show...
where you should expect the unexpected,
a show which is...
unplanned and improvised.
It is my great pleasure to present
"The Impromptu Company".
It's the salmon guy!
Alice Cohen,
Karim Coutard, Pierre Cassini.
And the man who will improvise the lights tonight:
Teddy Bear, alias Marc Lesage!
Earlier today you thought you knew who we were.
Now you don't know what you're about to see
and we don't know either.
First,
we need a word. Sir, could you choose one?
Any word will do.
Could you say it louder?
- Prison. - Perfect.
And a number, Madam?
- Two. - In 2 minutes.
Finally, a color... Sir?
- Red, green, yellow, Sir? - Green.
OK, we have prison, green, and in two minutes.
Will that do?
Then let's go.
- Come here! - I'm fine over here.
You'll get nabbed if you stay there!
The last one taken was right there!
- Here? - Yes.
He was happy over there too and ended up in a ham sandwich!
- A ham sandwich? - Yes!
Move the onion, hide behind the branch, and don't move.
- The branch? - The tarragon there.
I don't like tarragon.
It's the safe part of the jar.
I don't like it.
It rubs off on me. I hate the color.
It's green just like us.
- I don't like green. - Really?
Nope.
But everything's green: us, the tarragon, the glass...
Even the grass is greener in here.
It's poetry, you fool. Sure you're kosher?
Yes, absolutely.
I'm hand-picked.
What was that?
What was that light?
The fridge door opened, it gave me a fright.
False alarm, it's over. What did she take?
It might be the cake.
Come in, Martine!
Sit down,
taste this, my mom made it.
No, the terrine! That's what she took!
Looks like we're not off the hook!
So?
It's pork with just a little thyme.
I'm an idiot! I forgot the most important part!
The wine! It'll keep our spirits up.
She forgot us thanks to the wine!
Now we can relax, we'll be just fine.
Since I'm up and about I'll just get some pickles out.
- Have a nice trip. - Thank you.
- Are you OK? - Not running early.
- I'll hold the bus. - Thanks.
It's room 114. I used the telephone and the minibar.
I thought you left earlier.
Your code, Madam.
Mr. Fremont, you have a few bills from the bar.
I wasn't the only one. Where is everyone?
Waiting in the bus.
Want me to take you? I'm late anyway.
I'm OK.
It would be no trouble at all.
Go enjoy your boat. I'll be fine on the bus.
- Keep in touch! - I promise.
- Can I stow your bags? - No thanks.
Sorry.
- You're not with Gilbert? - Why?
He seemed to really want to take you.
When?
Last night. Maybe he was drunk...
Please Sir, wait a minute.
I'm going with him.
See you at the Lyon station.
Don't wait, I'll go by car.
Bye!
- Did that man leave? - Mr. Fremont? Yes.
Thanks.
- He's gone? - Yes, and the bus too.
- Can I get to Lyon by train? - Yes.
Got a schedule?
Yes. One moment, please.
Reception.
Excuse me, Madam... Mr. Fremont forgot this in his room.
Do you know where I can send it?
- I'll take it to him. - Is it OK?
It's not a problem.
- Have a nice trip. - Thanks.
Are you waiting for the ferry?
A taxi. You were great last night.
Thanks.
- Where are you going? - The station.
- Can we take you? - The taxi's coming.
I'm Teddy Bear. I work the lights.
He'll be sound asleep again in a moment.
What's wrong?
He had a few too many last night.
- Do you know the way? - No.
Head downtown.
Where's home?
- Toulouse. And you? - Lyon.
- You from Lyon? - No, Paris.
Where's the station, please?
You'll have to turn around.
Know Maurice Thorez?
Not personally.
It's best to go back, and at the intersection...
Don't go out of your way.
It's not hard, we'll find it.
Go towards the post office, and then keep going.
Maurice Thorez is right there.
Going direct to Toulouse?
No, via Lyon, then Toulouse.
We can take you.
I can take the train.
I leave from Lyon too.
Let's take her.
At the top, before the church
on the left, it's the big street
by the supermarket.
By the supermarket. Thanks.
So you sell to doctors?
Yes.
In Toulouse?
Is this car English?
He got it in London. He has a thing for old cars.
It's a 1962.
Nice, isn't it?
It was Churchill's.
It could break down anytime.
Come on!
You can push him off.
It's OK.
Thanks.
That's really pretty.
- It's from Chili. - Really?
- Are they birds? - Yes.
It always costs more on the road.
Normally, when the car's empty it costs 400 francs...
- This is nearly 460... - Crazy, isn't it?
What?
Got an aspirin?
I don't think so.
- Is it far? - An hour.
What time is it?
- 8:50. - No, I don't.
Sleeping beauty woke up!
Let us know if you pass out. We'll get a chair.
Where's "black"?
- Here. Sugar here. - Thanks.
Get it without sugar or it's syrup...
I'm going to Lyon with you.
You snored in her ear for an hour.
..You're stuck with the sugar,
it comes out first.
Call them and complain.
Do you travel a lot too?
No, the doctors I visit are all nearby.
I'm home every night.
Are you married?
Yes. I have a boy and a girl. Are you?
No. No children.
A bargain, isn't it?
You really were very good last night.
The petition idea was great.
Do you cue each other?
We play off each other.
What a job!
- How do you do it?... - Nobody knows.
The day we know, we're washed up.
It must be great.
Practice makes perfect.
I don't think I could.
He loves those clichés.
Hello.
Not far, we're on the highway.
Hold on. It's Carioux.
He wants us to drop by. His wife wants to meet us.
What for?
If she wants to meet us, then we go.
It's on the way.
Remember my train.
Hello. It's fine.
In half an hour.
OK.
The bride's father.
We're doing a wedding.
It's for the Esso director's daughter.
Gas?
An explosive girl!
Daddy saw us at a convention,
and wanted us at the wedding
to do a gig.
He even sent a deposit.
- We don't usually do this. - What?
Private gigs, weddings...
Except we spent the deposit, right?
We invested in collector cars. You're sitting in it.
There.
Here are my actors!
How are you? We're a little busy.
My wife must be with the caterer.
- How's it going? - OK.
Hello! Excuse me, but who are you?
- The Impromptu Company. - Yes.
My husband told me what you do, but I...
I'm not with...
There he is!
I was just... Hello.
I was just telling this young lady
I really want it to go well.
You know how it is, marrying your daughter...
- I only reserved two rooms for you. - OK.
As you wish.
I really want things to remain...
proper.
Yes, that's it.
What do you have planned?
We don't know.
That is, we improvise.
Don't worry, we do it well.
We do a lot of these.
Communions, baptisms, a birthday here and there...
- Weddings are new to us. - He's kidding.
Of course.
You'll see, they're great.
It always goes very well.
It ruffles feathers at first...
Then they see we're actors, and love it.
People like it.
OK. I'm counting on you to keep them in line.
And none of...
Scout's honor.
He's kidding...
Maybe... No, that's no good.
I know: we're Bulgarian cousins and you're a porn star
in Sofia.
Say if you don't like it.
I don't.
It's a 4000 franc gig...
You call it a gig!
We never agreed to it, did we?
Did you ask us?
You have to understand
we don't have to do something just for the sake of doing it
when it's stupid.
I don't get it.
Not surprising.
Go on, be waiters,
dumb married waiters,
then have a fight. It's perfect for weddings.
Useless clock! What's the time?
Go buy a watch!
11: 15. Hurry up, my train's in ten minutes.
You won't get to eat?
Yes I will. Or I'll snack in the train.
I'm going.
See you the 21st?
I'll call you.
- Have a good trip home. - Thank you.
Goodbye.
Thanks for the shaving cream.
You're welcome.
Are you coming?
Bye.
Call me.
Maybe another time?
- Good luck. - Thanks.
What about shaving cream?
Shaving cream... for shaving...
- She was a nice girl. - Very.
- We don't know her name. - No.
No.
I'll grab a bite to eat.
I can't, I have to go. Have a safe trip.
Goodbye.
- You're very cute. - Thanks.
I'll have a coffee.
Got sandwiches?
No. You have to go across the station.
All I have is that.
OK. I'll have some pie.
- Here. - Thanks.
Good, isn't it?
They call it "light pie". It's from Brittany.
Tell them I came back for it. They'll understand.
Know where they are?
I forgot it.
- I forgot it. - But your train?
I'll catch the next one.
It was in the trunk.
It's for a friend.
He's a sailor...
Gilbert.
You know him?
We were at the bar last night, keeping the lighthouse.
These are my friends.
My daughter Stephanie,
and my younger one, Isabelle.
Thank you for coming.
- How nice. - Yes.
It's so sweet of you.
- Isn't it? - Yes.
- Eric will love it. - Yes.
Let me thank you.
Christina!
Put this with the others.
I'll get it back.
You've got to move that truck.
See you at church...
Hold on, Stephanie.
Be careful of her dress!
I'll come with you.
- What time's your train? - 5:30.
You'll be at the station all afternoon?
She missed her train.
You haven't shaved. Do you give a shit?
Thanks.
Is he angry?
He gets on my nerves...
What did you decide on?
I don't know. He'll figure it out...
Could you please pass the pickles?
We're not married.
Help yourself.
A few months ago, we were supposed
to get the improv gang back together
and instead, we're still doing jokes
to amuse WASP's... Nonsense.
Here.
Thanks.
I love pickles too.
Me too.
Are they good?
At home, it was a specialty.
Dad yelled at me for eating pickles and not meat.
Our specialty was pasta.
- Where are you from? - Dijon.
That's their specialty.
- Where are you from? - Triora.
- Where is that? - Italy.
I don't know it.
Me neither. I left when I was six months old.
- I must find a phone. - No cell phone?
- No. - Me neither.
Actually my battery is dead.
You still don't eat the meat.
I spent night and day with that thing.
There it is.
Hello, it's me. Is anybody home?
..I'm calling to say I'm fine...
I missed my train because of... Gilbert's lighthouse...
that I lost... But I just got it back...
It's complicated.
I'm catching the next train
at around 5:00 or 5:30,
and I'll arrive at either 9:00 or 9:30.
OK... I'll see you tonight.
I'm not very good at improvising.
You don't have to be good, you just jump in.
- Like bungee jumping? - Yes, a little.
Look.
They led a hard life.
The boat couldn't come because of the storms.
They spent 48 days straight...
48 days.
Insanity...
They painted all the stairs out of boredom.
You seem to enjoy your life.
Don't you?
Me...
Sometimes I do crazy things, but not so often.
A while ago I wrote a story about a lighthouse.
Really? A book?
No, a play... called "Ar Men".
"Ar Men" is a lighthouse at sea.
It's about 2 lighthouse keepers who love the same girl.
And then?
One falls in love with the other's wife
without ever seeing her, just by hearing about her.
- He loves her without knowing her? - Yes.
That's nice.
And then...
Nothing. It's in a drawer.
They must be cramped in there.
I never finished writing it.
- Why? - It's not for me.
Acting in the same play every night
and twice on Saturdays
just isn't my thing.
You prefer improvising.
That shouldn't stop you from finishing it.
It's a good story.
It is. Scout's honor.
I don't even know your name.
Claire.
..and the bride could be my daughter...
- It's in the trunk. - Thanks.
Take this. Otherwise we'll be noticed.
Do you smoke?
..No, thanks.
- What are they doing? - No idea.
What a funny job.
What are you going to be?
A postman.
- A postman? - Yes.
When I was a kid, I loved riding my bike.
But I couldn't go past the corner.
But the postman
would turn the corner every day
and appear from nowhere with letters.
He could turn the corner when he left, and disappear again.
So I always said I'd be
a postman.
>From posting to posing you lose a letter.
A postman shouldn't lose a letter.
- Are you family? - Yes.
- Pretty bride! - Superb.
- She could be my daughter. - Sure.
I really knew her mother well.
We had a fling.
A hell of a fling, get my drift?
Couldn't keep her hands off me.
I was shocked to see her here,
and living so high when here I am like this.
They say she's 22.
I'd say older.
- How old the bride? - 22, I think.
She's 24. June, 1977.
That would date her.
Can you imagine the scandal if she were mine?
- It would be crazy! - Sure...
Dumb enough for you?
I would like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart
for coming here today
to share Stephanie's happiness
and Eric's as well.
I would also like to acknowledge a very special person...
who has always supported me,
been there through thick and thin,
and who gave me a great gift,
a gift which is now in your hands, Eric.
My darling wife, Elisabeth.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
My darling,
friends of yours want to speak:
Cecile and Thomas, you're on.
You are my best friend,
I know you know that.
Since 8th grade
you've always been pretty, rich, nice...
intelligent also... Yes, really.
I'm used to it.
That is, I got used to it,
and that was hard enough.
Now when I see you happy as well,
it's just too much!
I love you, sweetie.
I love you and God bless you.
Well, I... wanted to say the same thing...
but to Eric...
God bless you...
God bless... that's it.
Good speech.
Hang in there.
You have a way to go to be a lawyer.
My best to the couple.
We all wish them much happiness...
and then some.
Much more than their parents,
who, as we now know, made it through hard times.
Especially your father.
You never really know who your father is.
I know who he is.
And I'm going to tell you.
He's remarkable, original,
unpredictable, right Elisabeth?
Thanks.
While we're on the subject,
someone here would like to tell you...
and you, Stephanie...
something important.
Just a minute.
- Try a little improv. - No.
She's flustered.
I understand. I hate public speaking too.
She's having trouble starting.
It's nothing...
in particular.
I just wanted to say that this is great.
Thank you, Madam... and you too, Sir.
That's it.
I don't really know you.
We met only once before, earlier today.
- I gave you a lighthouse. - A model.
It's this tall, and really nice.
I could see you thought it was ugly...
You're right, it's ugly.
But, how can I say this...
it means something to me. It has a story.
There.
And then...
My father made the lighthouse.
He was an amazing man. You and I have that in common.
He had an odd job. He was a lighthouse keeper.
Strange, right?
What do you do, Eric?
What was that?
Financial analyst.
A financial analyst? Do you like it?
Dad's job was the opposite of yours:
broad horizons and no future.
My father's future was uncertain.
He was 30 and didn't know
who he would spend it with.
In Brittany, women don't like to marry sailors,
or lighthouse keepers.
One day, a new guy started work with Dad
from a far-off island...
where Dad had never been.
The guy moved in, and they got along very well.
The guy loved his fiancée
and talked to Dad about her
all the time, incessantly...
Once they were shut in for something like...
48 days because of the storms which were raging
and he spoke of her the whole time, non-stop.
Could drive you crazy.
And that's what happened:
my father went crazy.
He fell in love with the fiancée...
just like that, without ever knowing her...
Why am I telling you this?
Some years later, Dad went to that island where the girl lived.
There was a dance for Bastille Day,
and she was there...
And the moment he saw her, he knew her instantly...
like he'd always known her.
He asked her to dance,
and that woman became my mother.
Thank you so much.
Vodka, please.
- A gift from the bride. - Well earned.
- That's not a bad end. - It's neat.
- Not bad. - I improvised.
Thanks.
- Madam? - I'll have the same.
- What is it? - Vodka. Here.
What time is it?
Move in closer.
Solange will give you a copy.
- Yes, Solange. - Don't move.
Smile!
Thank you.
Everyone loved it.
The story about your dad was great.
I liked you better at the convention,
but since my wife wanted none of...
You know... it was a hit.
- Where are you going? - We have a train at 5:30.
- Does that mean you're done? - Yes.
What about your colleagues?
I don't know. No, they're staying.
We alternate for variety, so people don't get bored.
Yes, of course.
Thank you, anyway. It was great.
No, let me thank you.
Goodbye.
Do I settle up with them?
You got bad stock?
- 25,000 shares. - Shit!
Excuse me!
Have you seen an old blue car? I mean, green?
- They just left. - How long ago?
5 minutes.
Did they leave a bag?
I'll miss my train again.
Where's the Campanile Hotel?
There's one in Feyzin.
We'll catch a cab. Where can I call a taxi?
67% end in divorce these days.
That's 7 out of ten!
But it doesn't stop them!
They come every Saturday.
Last week was the 2nd time
I took one lady to get married.
She recognized me. We spoke...
You have no idea what I get to see
in my rear-view mirror.
It's obvious some won't last.
Maybe you see them in reverse.
You married?
Yes.
- How long? - Eight years.
I'd have said less. It doesn't show.
I'm having trouble with 7.
It isn't working out.
We both have lovers on the side.
Usually by 8 years
couples are fine...
Unless there's an accident.
Here you are.
Thanks.
Let me help you.
Locked.
Bye.
- Good luck. - It's nothing...
- Thanks, goodbye. - Bye.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
Hello.
- Are Mr. Coutard and Ms. Cohen here? - Yes.
- Are you Mr. Cassini? - Yes.
They're in room 11.
Room 12 is for you, but it's a regular room.
Yes.
You know, a normal one...
The honeymoon suite is already taken.
Oh well, it'll do. Won't it?
Yes, it'll do.
- Nobody told me. - They couldn't.
They didn't know, right?
Nobody knew.
Not even us.
- Did you know? - No, I'm finding out.
You just can't do that!
If you hate it stay in the car, but if you're with us
don't mix it all up! Stick with us if you don't mind.
That's enough.
No it isn't! I spent an hour warming them up!
- You'd have blown it. - No!
I was doing fine! You can't do that!
You can't just throw in a novice. Remember, we're paid to do it!
It won't work if you do that. Otherwise we're finished!
- You finished? - No I'm not.
Is there a train to Toulouse tonight?
Tell me why you did that!
Forget it, it's not worth it.
When's the first train tomorrow?
- We knew you ditched us. - I never said that.
You didn't say that?
No, I said he was sick of doing gags, that's all.
It doesn't take brains to notice,
because I've had it too.
I'd like to be on stage again.
It's better than sitting in that crappy car hearing you argue!
You both piss me off!
Good job! You made a hell of a mess.
- Alice! - Get lost!
- Where are you going? - Nowhere!
- It's not my fault. - It never is.
Wait!
Open my door.
- Hurry up! - Wait a second!
Well?
There are none tonight.
- Sparks are flying. - It's nothing.
3 is a bad number.
That's good news about the trains. There goes your bag again.
Would you like a drink?
No.
There's nothing here.
No.
He went to Senegal to sell his car.
Then he stopped in Bamako,
where Peugeot 403's are everywhere, so he kept it.
- Wasn't it a 404? - No, 403.
- Can we get a drink? - Yes.
404's are everywhere, but 403's...
Sorry to bother you. I brought some champagne.
Come in.
Compliments of the house.
I'll put it here.
It's chilled. Do I open it?
No thanks, it's OK.
Well, best wishes.
Thanks.
Have a good life together. With lots of kids.
Don't you want kids?
Not right away.
I want three.
Three is perfect.
Can we still eat?
The kitchen is closed.
You might get sandwiches.
Is that OK?
That's fine.
OK. I'll go and see.
Thanks.
I found this on the floor.
Is it yours?
Yes. Thanks.
I'll be right back.
- What is it? - My broach.
It's pretty.
Are you OK?
What time is your train tomorrow?
7:00.
7:12 exactly.
7:12...
I don't know why they choose times like 7:12
or 6:43...
Maybe it's to confuse us?
Apparently, in the 1950's people laughed
nearly 2 minutes a day.
Now we only laugh for about 10 seconds.
- Not much, is it? - Yeah.
But two minutes seem like a lot...
Yes.
What are your kids' names?
Victor and Pauline.
- How old are they? - Seven and nine.
- Do you have any kids? - No.
Together in the bathroom tomorrow, then the train would be much too...
Too what?
Too painful.
Sandwiches are coming.
- Do you have any rooms left? - Yes.
- Are you expecting someone? - No.
Room 14 is free.
- It's right next door. - OK.
- Under what name? - Cassini.
- Is Mr. Carioux paying for it? - I am.
Thanks.
- Still want the sandwiches in room 12? - Yes.
- Are you changing rooms? - Yes.
Why?
No reason.
- Do you want a coffee? - No thanks.
I got a drink. Want one?
No, thanks.
We ate dinner in Lyon. The food was great at Gamboni's.
Can I have the car keys? I'm taking her to the train.
- What time? - 7:00 a.m.
We can go together and drive on from there.
Give him the key.
- May I? - Smoking again?
Do you have more?
Yeah.
Thanks. Goodnight.
I made chicken salad.
Could I have a light?
- Want one? - Sure.
Me too.
I keep trying to quit.
I understand.
- I have one too. - What kind?
A Vespa... an old one.
- Is that Italian? - Yes.
- What's that? - Yamaha.
- 9 horsepower. - Japanese.
Where're you from?
There.
- Where's that? - There.
The hotel?
Yes.
Is it nice?
Yes.
Hi.
The sandwiches...
Some friends. This is my friend, Claire.
- It's not a Rolls... - It's easier to handle.
Want to take a ride?
Alright.
- It's not very practical. - Not very.
Are you on?
I'm on.
- What time is it? - A quarter to six.
- What? - A quarter to six.
It's cold. Aren't you cold?
Yes.
Your face is scratchy.
What did you say?
I said I won't have time to shave.
Check out the lighthouse!
This thing is such a pain.
I won't forget it.
- You smoke? - Yes.
Not before breakfast.
A small coffee.
A double espresso, please.
- Any croissants? - Nothing, thanks.
- For you, Miss? - No... An orange juice.
Actually, make that two.
He said Miss.
Yes.
No one's called me that for ages.
- Do you have plans in Paris? - Yes.
Well...
What time is it? I never know.
7:05.
I feel I'm on the edge of a cliff.
Yes.
Are you married?
Since last night I am.
Few people marry in a Rolls.
- A Bentley. - Not a Rolls?
- No. - Really?
But a Bentley is better. It's more unusual.
Not everybody marries in a Rolls.
The police are towing cars outside.
Those who can do...
So a Bentley is better?
I'm not so sure about the hotel...
The hotel parking lot.
- Aren't you going? - Yes.
If they tow Churchill's car, I'm sunk.
Get some pickles,
some mustard too,
bread and butter,
and some onions,
a jar of jam,
eggs and ham,
and more pickles...
- How much is it? - It's all paid, Madam.
I gave in to them.
- We got a Play Station! - And lots of games!
We saw Grandma.
And she asked us over to lunch tomorrow.
I didn't commit.
- OK? - Yes.
- Are you OK? - Yes.
We said we'd wait till Christmas, but I got it now.