THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE
Hello, Can I borrow your car?
Sure. Take the keys.
- Do you know where are the papers? - Yes. Are you sure you don't need?
No. The left intermittent not working, be careful.
I have a trick, don't left turn.
Okay, thanks.
Hello. What are you doing here?
Came to attend classes old friend.
Bothers me. It is a new meeting, my first day of class.
I'm not sure myself.
I beg you, accept. There is a note inside.
"For those who every night is awake in a dream."
I too have nightmares. I see this big, Marie.
I speak of dreams and you talk about my nightmares.
I wanted to tell you this: I came to you.
- No, I can't. - Don't you understand me.
- I want to marry you. - No, no, I am not yet ready.
Does this mean that soon you will be?
- I don't know. - You are right!
I have not bothered you in recent months.
I have not pursued. I have not tried to ruin your life.
I know.
Have you had time to reflect. How much time lost!
You may need more time to decide.
To clarify. I know now.
Every morning, each day spent together...
is not a lost day, a massacre, a crime.
No, I can not. I don't know.
You may have a clear mind, but I do not. I have difficulty.
Understand. You have to decide, commit.
What are you waiting for? What is it like alone?
Thus, because here I am. You do not require anything.
You have nothing to demand. Sorry, I gotta go.
- I'm going with you. - No, I beg you!
But if you asked me a hundred times to see your classes.
- Never have. - Today, yes.
No.
It's funny, this morning it was all clear.
The streets were quiet, I felt good.
I was to say: "I came for you."
And you should have replied: "I was waiting for you."
Like the song... I do not know who.
You feel so inside of me, so close...
that I can't believe that you do not feel anything.
Do not think so.
Don't claim not to feel anything, it's not true. You are pretending.
I will talk with you, but I prefer if you forget this plan.
Do not leave.
I can also say that I'll live with you.
I want to see you sleep, wake up.
So you find it unpleasant to hear? I'll live with you.
I like your neck...
or had you forgotten? I like your skin.
Over the years we spent together, I forgot your face,
I have the impression, same as that first time.
Just as you left, I had to return...
to find you intact, like the first day.
- I had to leave. - Never run out of things to say.
You had to leave, now to return to find.
Come for coffee.
I want to eat something, I have left three hours ahead.
- I have no money. - I invite you.
You know? I thought that you would come with me now.
I asked a few friends, some you like
...that we knew before. I was so convinced.
You are really naive.
I was wrong once again.
But does it mean that you will not ever come back?
Within three months, within... I do not know.
Do not say you won't come back, say you don't know.
You wait while I decide.
Say something.
I want to say not to count on it.
Squares like you don't answer.
I would prefer you to say clearly: "Do not come back."
Although I would prefer: "come back".
It's as if letting me know you will be fine with your kid.
To ask the question differently.
- Do you still want or not? - You are ridiculous!
How novel are you? You know very well that it is not easy.
I want, I know.
So I ask you to make a decision.
I've been waiting for months and I will wait as long as necessary.
But you, meanwhile, live with another guy.
If you were only to reflect
...we could go together and with time
...you could try.
Know if you want to live with me or another of your lovers.
You can do it, being a girl with two lovers.
- Two? Dozens of them! - Better yet.
But instead, doubts.
I do not say no and spend the day with another guy.
I never know what you're doing, if at home...
Do you prepare them the dishes like me?
If you drink a glass of wine.
If you pass the hand through her hair.
Listen, since you cannot decide, I prefer to rush things.
If you do not come with me today, then marry him, marry.
Can you imagine what I have to say?
But act in good faith if you want and he wants you...
marry.
So know that I can not expect anything from you I am accustomed.
What you gonna do? Did you talk to him?
Additionally, you may have already spoken.
Yes, we have already spoken.
So what? What to do? Are you to marry?
He wants to marry me.
Well go ahead, go! Why wait?
If you hesitate, it is not that solid.
In the meantime, I expect.
If you wed, I'll understand, of course it doesn't mean anything.
It is possible that within a few years...
Listen, talk of it.
Tell him you've seen I want to marry you.
Decide together what you should do.
See you again, we'll meet once he has answered.
I was delighted to see you.
We appreciate very much that you came forward.
Now, without you.
And I should settle with another woman.
And they say that you can even if you don't love someone.
And if that woman is not Marie, the better.
It is curious, I have not ceased to suffer.
I have not stuck to you, but I'm suffering.
I tried to hold onto, simply to preserve what is ours.
The day you stop suffering, go ahead and say that...
I've become something else and no longer want that to happen,
because then we'll no longer find.
I'm no fool, you know?
Time passes, I can not fight long against him.
I came for you, but if you do not know what you want...
you know when you may be too late. I'm tired!
I'm tired.
Do you remember that film in which Michel Simon said:
"Look to the unfaithful wife, look at the treacherous friend '...
grandiloquence this gives a little ridiculous that suffering?
Fuck! I'm sick. Bye.
I come here to read in the evenings.
I will do regularly, like a job.
At home I can not read.
Bernanos said: "I can not deprive of the face and the human voice,
so I write in cafes."
It is not for me either, just come to read.
It also said that it would do more often...
powerful republics if not taxed spirits.
I booked my appointment. What you gonna do then?
Go back home. Come after your appointment, or if not then tonight.
Come in.
Have you seen my sculpture? I made this morning.
- Want a drink? - What a question!
I prefer whiskey
Geneva to London you can take Orange Dry
brandy, but I have found the king of the spirits.
Look, it's very good, does not burn anything.
I drink half the bottle as usual.
- Can I? - Naturally.
In effect!
I was attached to a girl a while ago, when you left.
I was in the "Deux Magots."
He looked at me, otherwise I would not have found it.
I can only be interested in someone who is interested in me,
Although it is a question of looks.
In the same way that I can not love a woman who loves me not.
Smoked "Gauloises",
The moroccan wore a dress and not wearing bra.
He got up and followed.
He was in a hurry, and asked for phone number. I gave it to them.
Age is 23-27, Bretagne.
Is their job, there is a switchboard.
He said that he'd call from eight to three.
I wonder if what will work.
I would like to learn before you call, to see what happens.
From eight to three.
It is neither a shop or an office.
And according to the description,
clothing, no bra, the Deux Magots, "you never know".
You know what I mean?
With liberalization, This kind of equality,
the servants, the workers, the bourgeois.
Are all equal. At the end we do not learn anything.
I would like it to be a girl.
I would wait a few days before calling...
forget awhile, don't think of it.
I would like a surprise.
I looked like Santa Claus, I did once.
I liked her lot.
It's blonde hair, and blue eyes.
I sent an insistent gaze...
that beautiful look of the short-sighted.
I think he has fat ass, but do not know.
- What are you doing? - I will have a coffee.
I'm going with you.
Are you there?
I went to purchase. Want to eat now?
Yes, I want to snack, eat later.
What happened this morning? You left too early.
Yes, I could not sleep, but instead wanted to go outside to see people.
You don't know that there is activity on the street in the morning.
People work, spinning.
In fact, they are faking, 'cause at night there's nobody.
And again the next day pretending to turn, shouting at each other, nobody believes him.
That's the advantage of Paris.
Because in addition to what I said, these people are sad.
Do not try to turn around, as the Southerners with their ignoble good humor, generosity of human warmth.
Have you met anyone?
Yes, flirt with a girl.
Not intended to tell you.
I wanted to keep this story for me but it's funny, I can not hide anything.
Did you get that? Is it pretty? What did you do?
Nothing but asked for his phone number.
Not even you were a drink?
No, just talking about twenty seconds.
But the call?
Yes, unless you change your mind.
Say, I was introduced?
Yes, if it's worth.
What are you doing?
The dishes that you do not rub.
- I've scrubbed the dishes. - Yes, once.
Yes, one feels a kind of satisfaction to the dishes.
He feels useful.
This satisfaction is something obscene.
It's disgusting, right? Be happy because the dishes.
- Stupid! You know I love you? - Yes
What would you like to do next? Are we going to the movies?
- Is there something to do? - Do not know, I'll see.
Want to see "The working class goes to heaven"?
"The working class goes to heaven" by Elio Petri.
"Movie denouncing slavery policy of the working class...
"and defines a conception of human relations.
"No libel, no story, or exercise, or rhetoric.
"A real movie, a play developed, well-composed.
"We feel strongly obsessions...
"and the contradictions of character, their desire for profit...
"In addition his feeling that his brain escapes...
"Man loses consciousness, confusion of ideals...
"his outbursts of rage, of dementia."
I prefer to watch television.
Lux Guy Bellemare and stupidity have written in his face.
- "Hello?" - Hello? The 155, please.
- The 155, please! - "Yes, do not hang."
- "Hello?" - Veronika, please.
- "It's me." - Hi, Alexandre.
- Do you remember me? - "Yes, I remember perfectly."
- How are you? - "Okay."
- "Is all you have to say?" - Yes
Want to go for a drink one of these days?
- "Yes" - I do not know, when you wish.
- "Midweek?" - Do not choose you, I do not care.
- "Thursday at four." - On Thursday! Much remains.
"I'm very busy. "At 4 in" Deux Magots "?"
- Agreed. - "I hate to give me plants."
- I'll go. Goodbye, until Thursday. - "Goodbye."
- What is that? - You see, a wheelchair.
- The robbed the other night. - Did you steal? Who?
I dunno, a paralytic, I guess.
You know her?
She's a singer to leave the Germans launched Marlene Dietrich.
Like all the imitators, it's much better than the original.
Do not drag anything behind.
- You got your book on the SS? - Sure.
"In the Warsaw ghetto, men mock SD rabbis."
"Himmler gave his presentation about Henry l'Oiseleur in 1936."
Do you know the game of the frog on the ceiling?
Look at that magazine's last page.
There are some fantastic games.
- You have to look at the frog a minute. - Is the frog?
Then towards the ceiling.
I'll let you know. Wait, I'll tell.
Now look at the ceiling, you will see it appear.
Look at the ceiling, did you see?
Yes! I see the frog!
The frog!
I wish I had known that time when the girls,
on city streets and highways of the fields..
went into raptures before the soldiers, to the prestige of the uniform.
Now go into ecstasies against SUVs.
Now, young entrepreneurs, young executives,
the professions have replaced the soldiers. I do not know if we won.
By the way, What are you doing tomorrow at four?
Nothing, of course. Why?
I called the girl the other day.
I waited long before the call and wonder if it was a mistake.
He pretended to be busy.
We have quoted for tomorrow. Would not you want to come?
It's at four in the "Deux Magots.
We could deal with it and talk to us.
Yes, but do you think is the best tactic?
No, but you could stop by, as one who does not like things.
Okay, I'll pass. What do I do?
Raisins and look as if searching for an acquaintance.
- Did anyone in particular? - No, looking for a familiar face.
- So I see you. - Yes
I am willing to do it but we have to prepare.
Do not do anything lightly. So if I decide to sit down...
stay up, talk or say nothing.
I refuse to improvise.
If you want to talk, tell me what you want me to say.
I will say what you want.
We rehearse, but do not expect anything more from me.
A scotch, please.
- With ice, sir? - Yes, one.
I'm here. Want to drink?
"Casabas by chance or is that you came here?
Spent by chance going to the library. Why?
Nothing.
Do not want to give you the can, but do not have anything to say?
Yes, I'm getting married.
Well, fine. It was enough to tell.
- When is the wedding? - Next month, at the end.
So right away the sooner the better.
- Can I come? - If you like.
- No, make up your mind. Can I come or not? - Yes, yes.
- Would he agree? - Yes, if I ask him.
I remember a similar song of my childhood.
A girl attending the wedding of the man she loved.
I did not know that would happen to me.
Where you get married in your parents?
We do not know.
- Have you done the paperwork? - We are in it.
- What if I was against your wedding? - What do you do?
Go to City Hall and say: "I do not agree with the wedding."
- In the middle of the ceremony. - You have no reason.
Yes, I love you and you love me.
- It is not reason enough. - I know.
Would you understand that it's me who you must marry.
No!
Anyway, I'm joking. I'm serious.
If I understand I'll have to wait.
How much? Five years? "Seven years?
- What is the average? - You really...
What? Look at me.
Look at me! Can you tell me that you love him more than me?
- I beg you. - You can not say.
I love him otherwise.
I think I never will love anyone like I loved you, now I mistrust.
Think of me, I stay on guard.
I'd know which side to protect you.
Really! I do not understand.
Your life is eternally bearing the weight of an error?
It may not have paid enough.
Why snatched the hope if not even know what you want?
- Do not know if she loves him. - Stop thinking so.
You have to pay anything you have nothing to reproach.
Things are well, that's it.
You live with a man she didn't love...
because it is difficult to live with the man she loves.
They make you calmer.
I will not torment you, it would be easy to attack on sexual matters.
You know that's not important to me.
Come on! Do you want to remember certain things?
- No - You see?
It has nothing to do.
I countered you.,
Why not say, "I finally found love, I know what it is?
- I could tell. - Everything can be said.
Sometimes I lied, but I've never lied to myself.
You've always had talent to convince you that do not exist.
In my opinion, you are pretending to be a partner, you play to be.
And to not recognize it, lanzáis you forward.
I understand very well.
Prefer to tell me what you marry for money.
- No money. - You're lying again.
It has a prestigious profession, a cultural heritage...
and soon, someday, economic. But it's okay.
Do not be ashamed of it. Money has never fouled anyone.
The party that owns your lover knows much of it.
Anyway, did you care before falling in love.
Don't you fall for Portuguese worker,
or an Algerian worker, or a French worker.
- Only known... - People of the same class, I know.
How we met us? Something went wrong.
Now you've undone the wrong.
You started to live without anxiety overwhelm you.
You're quiet.
Think you recover...
when in fact you get used to mediocrity.
After the crisis have to forget everything.
As France after the occupation, after May 68.
You recover as France after May 68, my love.
Remember?
We said that we had escaped.
We were lucky to have a childhood...
and we were not sure that our children have.
Your parents taught French to children, giving classes on morality.
And now you become the wife of an executive.
You will do very good match, a couple "new society".
A thief and a criminal.
Chaban You can ask who is the godfather of your son.
But beware, you are building on rotten foundations.
Families are always lost.
Do you remember that case about which I wrote an article?
The issue Fauqueux.
This guy met every day...
with his wife in front of the noses of the police.
People as beautiful as in the films of Nicholas Ray.
Remember?
I said that when Fauqueux out of jail...
the girl who had abducted have 18 or 19 years.
And he said that although his parents had hidden,
she would learn that a man is in jail for her.
A little girl grows and there is a man in jail for it.
Will his inquiries, reconstruct the case.
And if she is beautiful, Whatever God wills,
I bet you will wait for you out of jail.
I do not think anything better to do except become a hangman.
I'm talking about the subject because I have an idea
Have a daughter soon and that looks like you.
Have your eyes, your hair.
Within 18 or 19 years, we'll see.
You see many girls with men who could be their parents.
People are angry, but it seems to me very well.
- Will you sit? - Yes
- How are you? - Okay, do not ever see.
I changed the neighborhood.
I must go.
- Cheater! - That, I am a cheat.
See you soon.
But Gilbert has not passed through here.
I wonder if there will be a montage. Although there is no chance.
- Are you still waiting? - No.
There is something that I like told me not to give her camp.
- I think it's fantastic. - Will you come to call?
Yes, indeed.
"Hello?"
I do not remember your address Could you remind me?
I am writing a letter and I lost the address.
"Hospital Laennec, rue de Sèvres, number 40."
Hospital. Thank you.
- "Hello?" - Hello? The 155, please.
"Do not hang up."
- "Hello?" - Hello, may I speak with Veronika?
"It's not." By whom? "
- When could you call back? - "He did not say who he is."
On behalf of Alexander. Can you give a message?
You can call Fontenoi Alexandre to 82-95 before noon.
- "I will give your message. - Thanks.
"From the wonderful adventure that brought us together one days,
"I keep, despite the pain, memorable. "
"A memory is the image of a dream...
"an hour too soon that will not die."
"A memory that stores all the tenderness...
"the beautiful days of intoxication that we keep."
"Some night surprise because this memory has broken off."
"But to me, I can understand you not lie."
"A memory is the image of a dream...
"an hour too soon that will not die."
"That memory I admit it.
"Do you want to revive it?
"To see to rediscover who worship him forever."
"A memory is the image of a dream..."
- Hello? - "Hello, I speak with Alexandre."
One moment, please.
- Hello? Yes, I am. - "I'm Veronika Osterwald."
"I beg you to forgive me I'm sorry about yesterday, I could not leave."
"I held an emergency was impossible. Are you angry? "
No, I would even say I'm happy.
- "Are you kidding me?" - I assure you.
It does not matter. Do not hold grudges, to the contrary.
But we could leave for another time, if I may.
With the difference that this time I hope to come.
"I do not know. This afternoon, if you can."
I can do whatever he wants.
Then, this afternoon, where?
"This afternoon at five in the same place."
- Roger, because until this afternoon. - "Well, goodbye."
Bye.
Did I fire?
- Do not I said to you? - No.
I'm meeting someone I don't know & might be you.
- Not me. - Are you sure?
- Is not I right? - No.
- I worried not recognize you. - Did not you angry?
I'm sorry. I hope I do not expect too much.
Yes, wait a long time, but not important.
Upon arrival, I looked everywhere.
There was a guy who looked like me. Suddenly disappeared.
I thought you were wrong and you had gone with him.
I would not be wrong.
So was long, sorry.
It does not matter, On the contrary, I came good.
Did not give me much to sit.
It is a word that had almost forgotten, your's did arise.
Like other words that are not heard.
For example, you never hear the word "soda".
Nobody says, "I drank a soda at lunch excellent.
I thought about this while I was waiting and when they expect you.
Penalized: "If it now tell you about the gas...
to see that face wore."
Do not understand how people engage in conversation not known.
Should be silent or speak much, after the same thing.
But searching for the words, choose this or that. Why?
In general, people, women...
I like for external reasons that have nothing to do with them.
Guest on them as a robe, a coat that could pose to another.
A woman that I like because it acts in a Bresson film.
Or because I admire a man loves her.
What greater tribute can you pay a man to admire that steal your wife?
By not come yesterday, you have allowed me to talk today of your absence,
while yesterday had nothing to say.
You've installed something between us, eh?
- Do not know. - If you get bored, stop me.
- Not at all. - We can talk about anything else.
- The weather, the M.L.F. - What is that?
Do not you know? It's Liberation Movement Women.
They are tired of carrying their husbands breakfast and rebel.
They have a slogan: "We want men under our blankets."
- But how sad. - Yes, I feel very sad.
When I love someone, I like to take breakfast.
I have a friend who thinks women are made to bring him breakfast.
He said a militant fanatic M.L.F.
I thought I would witness a horrible scene.
And finally seduced this girl talking to her grandmother,
who spent his life as a cleaner looking after their children, their grandchildren.
Now has fascinated can not live without it.
By the way, how was your name?
I did not catch your name teléfeono.
My name is Veronika Osterwald, is German but I'm Polish.
I am a nurse anesthetist at the Laennec Hospital. I live there.
I have a room in the attic.
- So never go out of the hospital. - I had a studio, but was very expensive.
I like my room. I do not spend much time there.
By night I stand guard. It is black and badly paid work.
When I have money I spend it. I go, I go to nightclubs.
- Are not you going to nightclubs? - No, not really.
- Do not you like? - Do not know.
- Why go to the disco? - To dance, I love it.
To drink, be with people, to not be alone.
Are you single?
He let me deal with easily, as you have seen.
But when I see people, nothing happens.
No contact.
I have to go home to get ready.
- I'm on duty in the suburbs. - Want to go to dinner some night...
you're not on duty? I pay a guard to go to dinner.
- I would have dinner with you. - When would you like?
I don't know, call me, call me on Tuesday at one o'clock.
Missing a lot! What do I do?
- OK, so call me before. - No, I will obey, on Tuesday at one o'clock.
"Apparently, these guys like goddesses.
"Apparently, these Goddesses is very curious manner.
"They are very curious manner."
- Hello? - "Hello? Fontenoi 95-72 Is?"
- Yes - "Is Marie?"
- No, not here. - "Do you know if it is in the boutique?"
- No, not gone. - "But is he in Paris?"
Yes, it's in Paris. Can I take a message?
"Can you tell who's been called Philippe Desbon?"
Well, I'll give the message.
Arrive tomorrow around ten or eleven.
- "Well, thank you very much." - Bye.
- Hi, Marie, how are you? - "Good."
Well now you will be better, I have good news.
- "What is it?" - Philippe just called.
- "Philippe Desbon?" - Did not quite understand your last name.
But the name was enough. All is well, right?
"What does that mean?"
It means that I am very happy for you.
"You have not understood anything."
If you want your bags, let me know.
"Not to mention that. There is nothing."
Do what you want, don't have to interfere in your affairs.
And do not worry about me, all is well. A kiss.
Have you returned? If.
How are you? Me too.
Well, anywhere, okay?
When you want to, yes.
Do not know. "At two in the Coupole?
Well. Yes, me too.
Until then, hasta luego.
Do not you understand what happened between Philippe and myself.
There has been nothing, No one has believed, neither he nor I.
I have not tried to understand.
That night I called you. You were here and not answering the phone.
You were with Gilberte. What about me? How many nights I have waited?
But I'm not with Gilbert I'm with you.
What are your intentions? What will you do?
- I would like to see Philippe. - Do you think that will change nothing?
Nothing has changed, I love you, I'll stay with you.
You are going to be fucked once in a while.
- Listen, I have not fucked with it. - Yes, I know, that you said.
But now I will spend time looking into her eyes.
I do not want to fuck with him.
That may come soon.
When the woman you love fucks a friend, is hard.
But you can understand.
But when mentally or rolled fucks...
as you say to someone who represents what makes you hate as much as him.
I do not know! You're getting a totally false idea of it.
As much as I speak, do what you gotta do.
I'm busy tonight.
- Are you going out with the nurse? - Yes, with the nurse.
And you are going to dinner.
Dinner or a drink, do not know.
You get money for a girl to the restaurant but when it comes to me, no way.
- That you invite your new lover. - I have a new lover.
- For your next lover. - You say true drivel.
- Pass the bottle. - Here.
I understand that you feel like making out.
The important thing is to know a woman, not seduce her.
Yes, but you refuse to understand that I may be interested in someone.
I'm not rolling with no one in my head, in the hills.
I prefer something more normal, more common, banal...
and you know you do not talk about sex. I have not thought tirármela.
To this must be two.
In this respect, affection, I have every confidence in you.
You're very kind.
I do not think back later. Will you be here?
You'll see.
Have fun!
Two Ricards.
You look tired or angry.
If so, we can meet another day.
I'm fine.
Are you always open? Do not have a wife, lover, friend?
We could talk about it then, or another day if we have time.
- But why this question? - Nothing.
And you do not have strings attached? A husband?
- At the moment I have none. - What do you like?
- I love, I hope it lasts. - Why?
You just got out of an adventure? Have you ever lived with a man?
Yes, I have lived with a man.
- And it's over? - It's over.
What is not leaving?
I deceived him. I'm very demanding.
I hope in people too and I am always disappointed.
- Have you ever lived with a woman? - Yes!
- What did not work? - According day.
- Until one day stopped working. - Why?
I don't know, I think I was confusing the day and night.
Do you know how beautiful is the night people?
Like Paris, Paris is beautiful at night.
When you've escaped your fat are cars.
She had cut the world into two, I fell in love with night people.
I spent my time drinking, gambling, smoking, making love.
He had some money when I had money and do nothing.
I hate attitudes of people who always want more.
In the morning, threw a last drink in the cafe bar...
with people who had just risen, washing to work with brutish face.
Then came home. She got up to go to work.
Afternoon she woke me to return.
In winter, I did not see the light of day.
Gradually, she stopped my life and I understand his.
She was beautiful as the day,
but I liked the beautiful women at night.
And then I ran out of money, so he left.
- Not very bright. - Do not know.
- Do you want us to be here? - I do not care.
- Are not you hungry? - No.
Me neither. But we could get away from here.
This noise poultry of aviary.
I love this place.
Soil come when I'm angry.
I'm his best customer.
Usually people are just passing through.
It seems a Murnau film.
Murnau's films always deal with the step...
the countryside to the city, from day to night. Here is all that.
At right, the trains the field.
On the left the city.
From here it appears there isn't a gram of soil.
Only stone, cement, cars.
I do not like this light.
Are you uncomfortable? You do not seem very comfortable with yourself.
No, I'm comfortable with myself.
People say: "what matters is being in harmony with oneself."
I heard him tell an idiot on television.
When you hear that comment look at the face of what they say.
They always have one thing in common, bovine look.
Although I like ruminating ruminants.
Ponder is good, chew a word, an idea, anything.
Sorry, but I feel bored.
- Did you looked? - Yes
And I feel fine.
Am I the face of someone who is bored?
No, but women are such liars.
Do you? Who are you? How do you live?
My thing is boredom.
As the heretical sect of which Borges speaks, I think.
And residents whose essential equality boredom.
No faith or enthusiasm, but boredom, emptiness.
I agree with that. Moreover, I made my self.
HAIR - HAIR FRONT - FRONT...
Do you recognize me? Certificate is my only existence.
But occasionally I'm happy.
For example now, here with you...
but has had to borrow money to come.
Are you mad at me here if you have no money.
Not having money isn't reason enough to eat poorly.
As a child, stealing books.
He claimed that poverty was not sufficient reason not to cultivate.
There are people who have money to do nothing, but they do.
Even doing things like see good movies, for example.
That allows them to pretend to make a living.
I don't mind them taking jobs from other people.
On the contrary, injustices should be encouraged.
But is that believe they are contributing something above his creation.
Green enrich the world. What a program!
Any good your plate? It has a lot nerve, maybe.
Not bad. So why is this wine? It's good.
Not bad.
You know? When eaten cold, feels cold, no flavor.
When you eat hot feel the heat, not the flavor.
When you eat something hard, feel the hardness, not the flavor.
When you eat something liquid, feels liquidity, not the flavor.
Hence, have to eat warm and soft.
See? Has fallen.
Now it's better.
Tell me, tell me about yourself.
When you finish work, What do you do in your room?
I watch TV with dull face, sitting on my big bed.
I take a shower for the newsletter, I am very organized.
Have you found a system to hear the news while you shower?
Do not know the nurses' rooms.
The shower is not in my room is down the hall.
For me, things is not important.
When I leave, I spend the night in bars, nightclubs.
Bebo is not important.
If you know a guy, I'm with him, No problem.
I fuck with anybody.
And how long these adventures?
An hour one night longer?
One hour, one night, they fall ill to some people.
It's normal.
It must be very bad fall down some very well for others.
I have the neck and shoulders are very soft.
And a very nice chest.
And I do not like skinny thighs NIÑATAS. You?
Do not look, life is beautiful, wonderful.
Do not you see? Look at that sky horrible.
- Two whiskeys. - And a Coke.
You can not imagine what idiots they are inmates.
When I'm in the ER...
only speak of their leaders, of girls who have been pulled,
of those which are going to pull, of their cars and sports bikes.
And I, when it was new, I fucked with those morons.
I slept with a lot of doctors.
I always drink whiskey and Coke.
Once I was in the operating room and an intern told me:
"Veronika, has to make a cure in room three."
I grabbed my bag and followed him.
And when I entered the elevator, I did not realize...
but I saw we weren't going to the room three.
He wanted to fuck with me and had thought of anything better.
So I cracked and I removed the "Tampax" fucked with him...
and returned to the operating room with my bag.
Then he wanted to do it again. I said, "No, once is enough."
Imagine... I haven't gone to a hospital since childhood...
but his recollection was that the nurses were insensitive...
who passed suffering, misery in the world.
And I loved that, that hard...
That way not to share the misfortunes of others.
Then you are exactly right as well.
How you treat your patients? Are you wearing a white coat?
- Yes, and a touch too. - As a nun!
- I would like to see you in that attire. - Very easy.
Do not you have your operation at all? What a lung?
The lungs are very nice. Are pink.
A no lungs, but a friend of mine had a great idea.
I wanted to cut his right hand. Seriously!
I wanted to tell a surgeon: What is your price? Here is ".
And get a hand of china.
At home, in a room, in the middle of a room...
with nothing else around, formalin place his hand...
with an inscription: "My hand, 1940-1972"
And people go to visit, as an exhibit.
- It's funny. - Yes, very well.
- Do you think the surgeon would accept? - No, I do not.
- I'm tired of being here, let's go. - Do not you want another drink?
No, let's go.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Can I call one of these days?
If you want.
I do not want to go home, I feel like walking.
I would spend the night walking with you.
- I would go to the water's edge. - You mean along the Seine.
At the water's edge.
"We'll meet again soon?
It will not be easy, I have many guards, need money.
- Beber? - To drink.
Buy clothes, to look nice.
I would tell him otherwise.
To drink, to buy clothes, to look nice...
because you see, dear, I'm in love.
I fall often.
He immediately endeared to the people, then forget it, just as fast.
People have no importance.
I want someone for a month, two, three, and then I stop loving him.
When you are comfortable with someone, you are, then it was over.
Call me if you like.
You too.
- Do you still have the phone number? - Yes
- How are you? Do you have a good time? - Yes
- Have you gone to dinner? - Yes
- Have you been to China? - Yes
- "To the Chinese the Pantheon? - Yes
- Then it all went well. - Yes, but enough is enough.
If you're provoking a dispute unworthy of us, I leave.
I care little dignity! You told me you:
"I despise people who suffer in silence."
Stink over perfume "Bandit. I am appalled that smell!
You're steeped in it. I see that you've had a great time.
- Do not touch me, go and wash! - You're ridiculous.
I don't care, I have searched in the street all night.
If you had seen, I would have said: "I love you."
I would have told you before that girl or whatever.
He would say: "Stop this madness, we'll miss him to lose."
I imagined what would leave and we would have gone together.
Well, I'm going to wash.
Veronika has called twice. Did you give your phone?
Yes, what did?
Nothing, you asked for call back.
- Refused to give me his name. - Are you sure it was her?
Come on! A girl who refuses to give his name...
I warn you I do not like the tone of his voice.
I have not noticed him. I think your voice is doing very well.
Hello? Yes? Yes, no crashes, I step. It's her.
Hello?
Did you sleep well? Not at all.
Yes, delighted. When?
This evening at eight o'clock in the Flore. Understood.
Until this afternoon.
- Well, you're doing fine. - You think?
Yes, I am very nice to her.
You're jealous! Go on, I love that you're jealous.
No, it's that long you're not so kind to me.
Can I speak to you and you do not hear me.
But still, I love that you're jealous because I told you.
I love you because you're the only woman who makes me laugh.
- Me? - Yes, even laugh, cry...
- ...I love you because you make me laugh. - Then laugh.
What will you do with it?
Nothing.
What can I do? Did not go?
You say: "We must not see that we are complicated."
What do I do? Do I stay here watching TV listening to the radio,
waiting for the phone to ring calling time information to hear a human voice?
I am a young poor and mediocre.
A girl wants to see me poor and mediocre.
I look forward to and I will not give it up.
Whatever happens.
And you know I'm not thinking about anything sexual.
However, what will happen, right?
So what your sex wet in water or another?
Yes, but it hurts so much.
I know.
Hello. New American "?
Yes, I do not talk about it.
Enter a store and a seller dedicated to panic.
It was gigantic, half to two meters.
I won what I felt like it. It did me good, I bought peo.
Upon leaving, I went to buy another, but this time too large.
Now I am too narrow for it and have to lose weight.
And another too big and would have to gain weight.
- Become a fat. - Yes, being fat is fine.
- Fat and bald. - Yes, I've been a horrible day.
To calm myself I went to buy "La Belle Helene by Offenbach."
Back home I met a girl I know a little and that is very curious.
As is so curious, I thought I would ask, "What are you wearing?"
I would say: "La Belle Helene, Offenbach, come and listen".
But instead, said nothing.
So he asked: "You know what I carry under your arm?"
He answered: "It also gives me the same."
I said, "I'm going to say is La Belle Helene by Offenbach...
"You want to hear it in my house?" And he said: "No hurry...
in addition to fully step." And left.
I went home alone, I heard the disc alone.
I was really angry.
Fric I met, you know?
He was all green. The green jacket, green shirt, green pants, green shoes.
Until smoking "Gauloises" green.
I said "What" And answer: "What do you do that?
"You see as I am? I am green and against everything."
I thought it was funny. I wish I could say...
but I'm black, so, I'm black and against everything.
I do not know if it sounds so good.
- Hello. - Hello. Excuse me.
Are you okay?
What a strange question! Of course not.
Maybe you do not feel like me.
If it bothers you, send me to ride, not the first time.
- A Ricard. - A JB.
No, not really.
I wanted to see you, but not so simple.
I have no money and I don't know how to live without money.
- I do not know what to do, where to go. - It does not matter.
When you're good to someone, you can speak or be silent.
No, I do not.
I want to be with you but I don't want to be wrong.
Unless you draw the prospect of spending the night...
at the bottom of a bar, saying nothing.
That is not bad, is another matter.
So, I thought of something.
You'll do what you want, but I can't imagine anything better.
Want to come to my house, the house of the woman I live with?
And maybe you know 'cause that dress is your store.
It is a very good cook.
There is wine, whiskey and even Coca-Cola.
Music and television.
We could watch TV. It would be nice, right?
And if something bothers you, you can go.
They forgot two things in the declaration of human rights.
The right to contradict himself and the right to leave.
Want to come?
- Yes - Well, I'm going to call.
Hello.
- Want a drink? - Yes
- Want a drink? - Naturally.
- I will serve there. - Agreed.
- What do you want to hear? - Whatever you want.
"I often wonder why I attract men."
Maybe you can help your friend.
No, no, I'm going.
"I like to please my men."
"When my emotions emerge no reason to pretend."
- Where to go? - Anywhere.
No, I do not know where.
Think my ideas are dire, so you make up your mind.
Will not you come with me to a disco?
No, but if you want I'll take you.
- Will not you come with me? - No, I'm bored and have no money.
I do.
Yes, but I do not want.
Then take me to the water's edge.
If you want.
I'm angry.
Yes, I know, I do stupid things occasionally.
I will go to your house.
If you want to call me one day, I will look forward to.
I really like your eyes and your mouth.
And your smile.
Never laugh.
You have a beautiful smile.
Do not you want me?
Do not know.
A while ago you would have slept with me.
I'm not so sure.
Since I met you, you have erotic dreams.
I feel you should not be bad in bed.
Depends on the day and the views.
Do not you want to make love?
- Here? - Why not?
No, we watch.
Are we watching?
Have not you noticed? Some people spend time and again.
- Hope to make love. - I see no one.
Who are these people?
Mirones, homosexuals, police officers, all at once, maybe.
What bothers you?
It will seem somewhat unconventional, but really annoys me.
What happens to my chest? Do not you like?
I'll walk you home.
- Were you to fuck off? - No, sorry to disappoint you.
I stayed here. Took three hours with her, not bad.
I tell you I did not like anything.
I don't like his voice nor his face, or your skin, nor his fat ass.
Neither his way of saying, "Relax, pal." It seemed ignoble.
I should imagine it would not work. In fact he knew.
She however you want, obviously.
- You think? - I know, right?
What do you think your chest?
Very nice, is all they have.
I like his voice and his face is not bad.
Well if you already love, ring while I'm in London.
- I leave the apartment. - Would you allow me to bring it here?
Do what you want.
Will you meet your friends in London?
I'm going to London to buy clothes for the store.
By the way, if you go to London could you obtain a flannel?
I want a brown or blue with white stripes.
I do not think secret flannel, is only a matter of price.
Can you pass me the money? I will repay you when I can.
I want a suit like that.
The kind of suit that makes people believe that he knows nothing...
that those who are have a natural elegance.
Attributed to the person belonging to suit elegantly.
So everything is confused, Mick Jagger, Rene Biaggi...
- "Hello?" - Hello?
- "Alexandre, did I wake you?" - Yes.
"Sorry, I'll call later."
No, because you wake me, speaks.
"I wanted to tell you I'd like to see."
Yes? Where? When?
"Are not you angry at me yesterday?" I said many foolish things.
- "Forget what I said." - Did you say stupid? Do not remember.
"Do not you remember? Better."
- "Can I see you?" - Yes, when?
"I have to do some shopping, you might be at 7 at the Florida."
Well, okay, I will.
"There may be a man with me, do not run screaming in pain,"
"Come to our table."
- What do I do? - "Come to our table."
Do not know what to say. Tell me what you have to say.
"Say what you want, and if you don't like talking, say nothing."
You sure is not tall, strong and wrong?
"Do not be afraid, or you do not see at 7:15, I will be alone."
Hello? I'll go anyway.
I think it is starting to haunt me, you know?
- "I do not go too far." - Well, goodbye.
"Goodbye."
"I will return in 2 or 3 days, do not fool. I think of you."
"With love, Marie. Water the plants in the kitchen."
Alexandre!
- Are you expecting someone? - No.
You are very smart today. What happened?
- I broke a glass. - I feel good.
A band is like an ornament.
What about you? Do not you see.
I was in the USA but returned six months ago.
That is far! What were you doing there?
- I was with a guy. - Your priest?
- Yes - Are you still with him?
No, he stayed there. I was in NY, you know?
It is a terrible city. I was afraid to go out, even in daylight.
Once he tried to tie me a cripple.
I was, was very fast. He looked very bad.
He said: "It will come with me because I am a cripple."
I do not know what to say.
I said, "No, I'm committed to."
I've never been clear. Your cure was genuine or not?
I never knew it either.
I believe very much in that sort of thing.
Remember that guy I saw in Montparnasse?
Twice Belmondo, called him "the false Belmondo.
The effort made to resemble the real was ridiculous.
But, based on insisting for several years...
reached such perfection that it became more real than the real thing.
When you really want it...
can take the personality of another, steal your soul.
Now Belmondo is a caricature of his double.
Not a caricature, a shadow.
The movie about William Wilson was made with them.
Tell me, what has been that people who saw some years ago?
I have not moved, still here.
Since no one have all disappeared.
These girls all day, every night...
you, Michelle, Françoise.
The disappearance, we will take a bit of my life.
- Michelle committed suicide. - Yes, I know.
I had no success with my suicide.
Listen, I can not take me seriously suicide...
nothing less than death. How should I tell?
Tell me about the suicide, but if I laugh it scares me.
Françoise lives with an American.
Every time a girl lives with a guy, I dropped everything.
It has the feeling of being a rebirth.
When he delivered a single man, steal others.
I think that everything that happens in the world is directed against me.
There has been a cultural revolution, May 68...
The Rolling Stones, long hair, the Black Panthers...
Palestinians, the Underground and for two years, nothing.
Look, nothing about fashion, or a movie, nothing.
Pop music has become religious, I only like pop music.
Mozart, the Rolling Stones, Edith Piaf...
Incidentally, I have good news. Ferrand Remember...
I hated that boy? He died in the prime of life.
He treated me badly and married another girl.
I find that when someone treats me badly, he got unlucky.
Tell me, what do you think that girl over there?
- Not bad. - I was quoted to her.
I do not know what to do. I am coming. Be right back.
I do not know, looked more like.
- Hello. - Hello. Will you sit?
I'm there with a friend, come whenever you want.
A co-worker?
What are you doing now?
When will we see us in 5 years?
I'm sick, my boyfriend is jealous, I want to deceive you.
Listen, if you want to fool would be ridiculous for anyone you cheated.
You never know who you fall for when you're on the street.
If you're thinking seriously, call me, I would.
Was the man I spoke over the phone?
- No. - So, were you alone?
Yes
It seemed interchangeable, so you see, phone numbers.
You are not wrong, but I do not look like being without my knowledge.
Will you sit here, go to the water's edge,
- Listen to music in my house? - In your house?
With your old lover? How are you?
Well, I suppose, is in London.
Let your house, I want to hear this disc of Marlene Dietrich.
Well.
Bye.
Wait, I'll get the "Tampax" for inside!
That's it! Shit!
I have to go back to the gynecologist and tell her sweet voice:
"I do not know what has happened, I lost Tampax."
How annoying! Do not you see? I can go through the nostrils.
It was your fault, you had no more than take it off.
Can not we spend a quiet evening, without having sex?
I told you not want to fuck.
I cannot stay so pálpame try to get me the "Tampax".
- But if you do not know! - You're an idiot!
Search and if you notice something, throw.
- I'm afraid to hurt you. - Does not hurt. Can not you do anything?
What did you say?
"Palparte?
Stop laughing, not funny, I assure you.
Well I'll try.
- I think I feel something. - Pull!
- I know! - Give.
I'm calling a friend, I will tell him.
I can not keep it, has too much grace.
- You're not telling! - It must be known.
Not!
Alas!
You have a beautiful veins, I would get an injection.
How do you prefer to make love, tender or violently?
I do not care.
No, tell me.
Once a girl told me:
"I do not want to make love so, you're too rough."
"Be more gentle."
So tell me how you prefer to make love?
"Tender or violently?"
I do not care, I like both ways.
Veronika!
"Hello?" Alexandre?'m Veronika."
- Hello. What time did you leave? - "At six.
You could have woken up to say goodbye.
"I remember waking up one you prefer."
I've never spoken too. No matter.
"I work until five. Shall we go to the movies?"
Yes, that's fine, but don't know if there's something to do.
"I like fantasy films, old movies about vampires."
No, I like the realistic. I'd like to see one of Fernandel.
"Fernandel? For making you happy, go to see a good movie."
- What do you mean by good? - "I do not know," Les Visiteurs du soir "
What? "This heart beating, beating, beating.
All elegiac are scoundrels.
"Well then we'll see. We were at 6 at the Florida."
Well, until this evening at six. A kiss.
Goodbye.
I told you I could not live with someone.
However, I do my best.
Do you remember the old lover with whom he lived?
He liked the yogurt.
He liked and I bought some thirty.
I went to a supermarket that was in the 17th district.
I did not buy more than yoghurt.
I remember I came home shaky.
Loading with two huge packages.
I thought: "What joy will be when you open the fridge.
But he said:
"Veronika is not normal to buy many yogurts.
I thought she would be thrilled, he said:
"It's not normal."
- Where did you live? - In a room in the 17th district.
In the Rue des Acacias. I threw it made a fuss.
What I liked about him is that we spent the day fucking.
Once he had the flu, I was fixing to go to work.
And much, because there was a guy on my shift that I liked.
He was lying and said, well, something like:
"Look, I spliced.
And I said: "Yes?" With face of an idiot.
In fact, I was delighted, of course.
So I fucked with him just before I left.
I was late and I called my watchful.
I told him I had been on duty and I had fallen asleep.
And the funny thing is that by getting to work, she said:
"Yes, Veronika, one notices that he slept well, has good face."
My old lover.
He liked the yogurt and wanted to tell him I love you.
She said, "Veronika, tell me you love me, tell me you love me."
And I said:
"Te quiero, te quiero".
I remember I said something terrible:
"Your body is a garden."
And he liked that old lost in lush gardens.
It was always a pleasure again.
It was great fun.
"The priests ragged tramps and girls lyrics Aristide Bruand."
"The streets popular refrains from before the war are far away now."
"This has gone at night, and today we ask, "
"What has become of the fortifications and small bars?"
"They were the backdrop to all the songs, beautiful songs of war."
"Where are Julot, Nini, Casque d'Or, and all those to whom we remember?"
"What has become of the fortifications and the old streets of the songs?"
"Homes of six floors with lift and heating, have covered the old landfills."
"Little Louis Real now is "Garage" and Bruand is gone."
"Julot the institute soon Ninte has a castle."
"There are not fortifications or small bars."
"Farewell to the decor of every song, the beautiful songs of war."
"But others will come and will be different, and everyone will disappear in due course."
"There are not fortifications, but there will always be songs."
"Others will come and will be different, and everyone will disappear in due course."
"There are not fortifications, but there will always be songs."
I also know older songs. Do you know this?
"I just like a rose,
who cuts a day without reason,
you took my sad heart to go outside my house."
"My heart is a flower of autumn."
"Without knowing how or why,
you grabbed it, I present it simply."
You're bothering.
I think it's time preacher dawn.
It has begun!
"Our century, folks, is a century of laziness.
"Most people have a sedentary occupation and do not exercise enough."
"I would say even that does not walk enough.
"In this era in which the machines operate with the push of a button, millions of people become more lazy."
"I get enough exercise, mental and physical.
"Behold those who make up a crowd."
"Look at their different sizes and shapes."
"Some are terribly obese."
"Others have a big belly, while others are extremely thin."
"The worst is the mental state of each individual, I would say the average person."
"In short, mankind degenerates gradually increase their scientific knowledge while every day."
"In this respect, friends, his monthly magazine entitled" The plain truth"...
help them understand how to know...
and follow the road that will take you to the desired goal...
and let them have everything they need in life."
"This magazine is unique because it will reveal to them bluntly, without prejudice,
without preconceived opinions, the truth of all things."
"In fact, for this reason is called "Cold Truth".
"To receive free publications announced,
write us at the following address:
"The world to come.
Europe 1. PO Box 150.
Paris, 8th district. France.
Well, friends, Dipar Apartian greets them and tells them goodbye and see you soon. "
I often hear in the mornings, when not sleep long.
Do not stray for a cm. your line.
Their speech is perfectly equal.
For years, ends the same way.
"Well, friends, Dipar Apartian greets them and tells them goodbye and see you soon.
I do not know if high or low...
fat or thin, bald and bearded. It's just a voice.
As the man on June 18.
For four years was only a voice.
What if we were to breakfast Mathieu?
It's a cafe on the Boulevard Saint Michel which opens at 5:25.
At that hour is filled with wonderful people.
People who talk like a book as a dictionary.
When a word is what they give their definition.
It has nothing to do with jargon,
the coded language of "Le Nouvel Obsevateur" or "Le Monde".
I remember an Arab saying,
pronouncing each syllable:
"Apparently, black women make love very much."
"When the man puts his penis into the vagina say it's hot as an oven."
"He told me a manager of the colonies."
I wish I could talk like that.
I get more or less, but I would do it perfectly.
And suddenly say at a table full of people:
"Apparently, black women make love very much."
"When the man puts his penis into the vagina say it's hot as an oven."
"He told me a manager of the colonies."
Talking to the words of another, that's what I want.
That must be freedom.
I remember the caretaker of a square...
when he mistook a police officer because his uniform was much like the police.
She told us riddles.
He said: "What is the dirtiest district of Paris?"
And the people answered: "The one. No, not the one.
4. No, it is 4. It is the 16th arrondissement."
Then people would ask: "Yes?" Why?".
"Because that is where the mother carried Dassault"
He also asked:
"What is the best lottery? Your wife."
And people say, "Yes, why?"
"Because it can play in the order in the mess and no combination."
He also told another story, but I do not remember.
There was a guy who was looking for a room and that he took with one speaking about the existence of God.
He said, "I, sir, I am looking for a room,
and that is more important than the existence of God."
There was a group of deaf people that made an infernal noise.
Another group was plotting, I called them the Serbo-Croatian.
At the end proved to be Serbo-Croatian.
One day in May of 68...
The cafe was crowded and everybody was crying.
All coffee cried.
It was very beautiful.
Had thrown a tear gas grenade.
If it had been every morning would not have seen anything.
While there, before my eyes,
had opened a gap in reality.
It's too late to go.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid not see anything anymore.
I'm afraid.
I do not want to die.
What a strange way of making the bed!
I saw it on film. For that serve the films.
To learn how to live, to learn to make the bed.
You should change the sheets are dirty, full of blood.
No, do not change my! That might arouse suspicion.
I think Marie is back.
Did not you know?
No, today, tomorrow. I did not know when exactly.
- You'll notice I've been there. - I think they already know.
- What will you say? - I do not know, will see.
- Will you take me home? - Yes
Then you meet again.
In the evenings I shall read to the Flore.
You can spend around casually.
You can also call me.
Well, well back home.
- Go! - What time did you get?
I arrived at eleven. I went to the Citadelle and see if you were there.
- You could have called me. - I wanted to surprise you.
You're very kind, but could not tell.
I see you're not boring.
The apartment is filled with her perfume. You've had a good time.
There are glasses and bottles. He has also stayed here.
I saw the breakfast cups.
He would not throw it in the street.
You go from someone, but in the meantime and I throw you in mind.
And me.
Shit! While you fucked to another.
You know you do me great harm and that you do not care?
Are you in or are you pretending? You never talk seriously.
Do it better!
It's simple.
I know your lovely boy shtick.
The drama is not me wrong.
- We must change the sheets. - Then change them.
- Will not you help? - Figure it alone.
Tirasteis I see an ashtray as they frolic!
While they frolic! Do not exaggerate.
- The thing was pretty barren. - Even the cushions smell to it.
Yuck! I'll sleep in the other room.
- Alone? - As you wish.
Takeoff.
YOUNG FRENCH SOUGHT FOR THE MURDER OF A MAN IN VIENNA
It seems her in that photo.
Because the police only have this, will not find it.
- Do you think it was right to do so? - No, I do not.
Moreover, I think it was smart on his part.
No, I think maybe she should not have.
He always does amazing things.
The last time he wore a huge bandage on his hand.
Again it hurt her foot and jumped over his foot healthy.
He always invents something new, I do not know how to do it.
Veronika is here, I'm going to present.
Hello.
- Are you leaving? - Yes
Are you going to Ostend, as in the song of Leo Ferre?
No, I changed my mind.
I like to go to Hamburg, as in the song of Edith Piaf.
- Did you come by car? - Yes
Will you accompany me to the Invalides or to Orly?
No problem. What time?
In three quarters of an hour. Have you seen? The drunk is there.
Sartre is in a corner, drink like a fish.
Look at your table.
You are wrong, just half a bottle in front of him.
Yes, very clever, always ask for half bottles to hide.
But how many calls!
Always leave here hesitantly, leaning against the wall.
You'll see. In my opinion, all his opinions, Maoism, only poses a drunk.
The other day I wanted to say:
"Are not you ashamed to drink and, with his Nobel prize?"
I think we should not take seriously what he says.
I recently went to talk to the workers of Billancourt.
- I was standing on a barrel. - I always follow his barrel.
- There is no chance. - It's Maoist because East is Red.
... like wine.
Look, it's a friend.
You saw the other day here, I was with her.
It is very rare to see a familiar looking for something as extraordinary as a murder.
I know a girl who killed a guy, but then killed himself.
He rode a very nice.
They went to a hotel, made love.
She waited for him to sleep and shot him in the heart.
Then he shot himself in the mouth. She was a nurse, like you.
He rode some fabulous numbers, representing evil, indeed.
And finally, the more false seemed, went further.
Falsehood is the afterlife.
Then I was afraid, because shortly before had been with me.
- You escaped by a hair. - Yes, for very little.
It is not true, she did not love me an advantage.
The women I know do not hesitate to shoot when necessary.
See all events, the murderers always seem abstract in the newspapers,
... but when they come into your life, things change completely.
I think the streets are full of murderers.
Not potential murderers, but of actual murderers.
And especially in France.
It is free, is another mounting against me.
How might see it differently? There are women who have committed suicide.
Who have gone with guys.
And now this, which will hide or put you in jail.
If you believe that abortion is a crime, I know dozens, hundreds of murderers and their accomplices.
The streets are full of murderers and really feel good.
If someone were to reproach something was very surprised.
They feel no remorse, they feel relief. I assume.
The police, justice, prisons, what are they?
When choosing a president, there is talk of amnesty is not true.
The only possible amnesty would open at the same time the prison doors.
Criminals would go into the streets like rats.
Yes, and could move Duclos, king of rats.
They would come in groups or individually.
Would drop by the Boulevard Raspail. Come here, would be installed.
How awful, enough!
They would go to your house to yours.
Why my house? Why not yours?
I am fortunate to have no home.
Sorry, it's time. I have to leave.
I take a taxi if you want to stay.
No, I'm with you.
See you soon, I hope.
- Bye. - Bye.
I always impose on your table, I'm very rude.
Maybe you feel like being alone. Perhaps waiting for someone.
Miss.
- What will you, sir? - Same.
Do you realize? If the man in your life pass by here,
you will risk him not for me. It's a big responsibility.
Why do you think I come every day?
- Do not know. - To find the man of my life.
Still not you noticed? Of course I have an appointment today.
- So I leave you alone. - No, I'm meeting a friend.
But always late.
You can stay with us, maybe you like.
- How is it? - Pretty, has had many lovers.
Women who have had many lovers aren't pretty.
I hate to intrude on the conversations of others.
I will leave on arrival. I'll go read in a corner.
I come to read and as you're here, I have no time.
- And for the rest of the day? - I can, I'm a busy man.
Turning to the man in your life,
I do not think you'll find it at the moment.
- You think? - Yes, I do.
You may find a guy you like, one dark, curly hair, tan, I think that's your type.
Eventually you will sleep with him, but I do not fall in love.
You seem very sure of yourself.
Not at all, but instead,
I am convinced of the weakness of everything around me.
Funny, when I met you,
when I looked at the "Deux Magots"
wanted to kill time while waiting for Jean, and killed Jean.
You know that beautiful things you say?
I do not know if you prepare or can you think like that.
But in a bad movie, what you just said...
- Be called an author's phrase. - Does Mr Ricard?
- Serve me another please. - Yes
Be careful what you say.
As I think I will start by giving nonsense.
- Drink a lot. - Do you mind?
- It was not a reproach, I'm sorry.
Do you tend to approach the girls as they did to me?
Like I said, I never board one.
But in your case I had no choice. How could I find you?
Remember what I said?
"No time for a drink, can I have your phone number?"
I remember. If not a proper question, did you think?
I was surprised to find you walking beside me.
And I found less handsome than he thought.
I thought you were not calling.
I lied, it was free, I was at our meeting on purpose.
That figured.
And did not understand why he would not sleep with me.
She said, "He may be sick or to be impotent."
Then I realized that you were not.
Did it bother you not to try to sleep with you?
How should a girl on you guys pounce...
do not feel confused when someone tries to throw it?
- May I tell you something? - Yes
I told you that woman with whom I lived.
Your old love of shit, the one who left?
My old love of shit, you're right.
It went no further.
I would have liked to go away without leaving a note:
"Goodbye, I'm leaving".
I would have liked.
When I met you, just be with her.
We talked and left her with the intention,
falling in love with the first girl he saw.
And you were that girl. Do you want to continue?
I do not believe in coincidence.
That break was needed to find you.
Could have spent ten minutes before or by the street.
You do not know. When you come to our meeting,
she went through there and took a drink.
I leave her and I see you. You do not come and she appears.
Then you arrive.
Why can not we will have found us before? One month, one year.
Frequented the same neighborhoods.
I have never understood people who let their lovers.
I never stopped anybody, so I always leave my.
I think time passes, life,
they work well together or separates people.
I do nothing, I will leave time.
I do not want someone else's work.
You know that story about Sacha Guitry and his first wife?
No.
He is at home with his wife sitting in a high-backed chair, behind which disappears.
Suddenly, he hears the door open behind him...
and recognizes the voice of an actor who says:
"Tell me, dear, are you alone?"
He gets up, appears and answers:
"No, I'm not alone, but did not know as much as I want to call me dear."
Shortly after they divorced.
Women who are with guys that are worthwhile, they deceive with cretins.
Without doubt, this is how they assert, perhaps.
In recent months I spent with Gilberte only remember certain details.
There were bottles of whiskey in the hallway.
He did not want it the throw it.
There was blood on the walls because we pegábamos.
Once I hit him hard and I broke something.
It was cured.
He spent a fortnight with a bandaged face.
The last time I made love to her like Frankenstein.
I tried to go home with Marie, but had nightmares and went.
And began again.
Then I said I was pregnant.
I was furious, she began to mourn and left.
I do not know what happened next.
It took me a few days to understand.
Suddenly, on the bus, I felt something very deep.
It was an unknown and strong emotion.
A revelation.
Suddenly I felt very happy.
I wanted to live with her, something not done since a long time.
Want to work, to have that child.
I rushed to his house but was not.
I looked everywhere, I called all her friends.
He had disappeared.
In the end I found out, did not want to see me.
Was hiding, said he did not love me.
When we let someone we've loved we must say what I said a while ago: "Goodbye, I'm leaving".
But away, hide like a criminal, is shameful.
It seemed to become the character of a bad movie.
Cleverly devised a melodrama.
When he discovers that he loves women,
the woman who loved him before he discovers that he no longer loves.
It's a sad story.
I do not think that life can seem mysterious to those worlds that can never return.
I would have preferred to die, he committed suicide.
Shortly after I learned that...
had aborted and lived with the guy who had an abortion or who had helped him.
The abortionists are the new Robins of Forests.
The new knights of the Middle Ages.
I do not defend the widow or the fatherless,
women now free of that thing they carry in the womb.
The scalpel has replaced the sword, the probe to the sword.
And women always delivered his liberator.
Of course, I do not like heroes.
Nausea is an uneasiness noble.
That's not the name that suits the sediment.
A shame that lingers in my throat,
I can not digest, which I can not spit.
When someone leaves us and we suffer, you never know exactly why.
It is not just of love, is the pride, self-esteem.
I tried to stop suffering or suffer the least possible time.
Knowing that one day cease to suffer.
But when the earth trembles beneath your feet,
when love, success, the revolution, they mean nothing...
You know?
The world will save the children, the soldier and the insane.
I think your friend has arrived, has not seen you.
You are sitting there.
Hello.
- You can stay. - No, I'm going there.
Hello.
- Do not you remember me? - No.
- Your name is Virginie. - No, my name is Veronika.
That. We met in the field, Pontarmée.
- In the field? - Yes
I remember very well of you, your name is Virginie.
By the way, let's have a party.
A festival to celebrate the birthday of Maurice.
- Hey, Maurice. - To be in my house.
- Is your name Virginie? - No, Veronika.
There will be many people.
- Are you leaving, Alexandre? - Yes
- Stay with us. - No, I'm tired, bye.
- You do not want to go? - No, go to the movies tonight.
- What a shame! - Which side has, right?
I love you so much to follow you down the street.
1 Why did you leave? I asked you to stay.
- You were accompanied. - That did not matter.
They seemed to have fun a lot more than me.
That guy makes me laugh.
It is stupid and is thought irresistible.
- It is also fun to hear crap. - Maybe.
I have followed you because I wanted to stay with you.
You're very kind, but I can not.
Do you have something important to do? I thought you were doing nothing.
I do nothing, but like I said, I have a busy life.
You know? I want to go back to sleep with you.
Why not say so?
Do girls do not usually say?
I love you and I want to sleep with you again.
Can you take men to your room?
No, but all girls do.
We could go home, but not today.
You do not go up to my room.
Do you respect the rules?
I carried a bunch of guys at my house.
Why do you think I asked for a double bed when I moved?
I do not want to see the man I love the seedy place where I live.
Well, I'm glad to have that privilege but, you know?
Normally I go out with women who have an apartment.
I only sleep with women who are flat.
And I sleep with lots of Arabs and Jews.
That's another thing. Yours are the immigrants.
Yes I love to fuck with immigrants as well enjoy it.
- Sorry, but I enjoy, always. - Do not be.
- But then, why are you with me? - Do not know, stupid, no doubt.
Why women can not say that I want to fuck?
Those that do not say they're idiots, right?
Do not know.
Yeah, sure.
If you are busy now, could not see us later?
When you want.
Try to be at noon at the Florida.
But it is not safe. Where will we go? I do not like hotels.
- The hotels are fine. - No, I do not like.
I also like going to your house.
I will be at noon at the Florida.
- Do you leave somewhere? - Yes, in my house.
- Want a drink? - Yes
I ask you a coffee, Nescafe.
- Do not have anything else? - Yes, water.
No, do me a Nescafe.
What did you do this afternoon?
I went to fuck or get fucked, as you prefer.
I thought so, you've makeup run.
I called a former lover, an inmate of the Necker Hospital.
- Do you want it strong or weak? - Strong.
I call my former lovers whenever I feel like.
Some were upset when their wives answer the phone.
But I do not like to fuck with him, I am happy.
Then why did you do it? Nobody forced you.
You put me nervous, I wanted to stay with you.
I told you, I insisted. You humiliated me.
I think I did it bother you.
You had to wait a few hours.
If any could last at home watching television.
"Watching television?
I felt like fucking, I felt like a cock.
It's nice to sleep feeling a prick, but soft.
- Are you jealous? Do you mind? - Do not know. No, it excites me.
- A lump of sugar or two? - One
I like your room, hospital smells.
My room smells of hospital? How horrible!
- I'm terrible. - Yes
- You think? - Yes
But you have a way to be fearful that you feel good.
Come to my side.
Come!
Tell me, what did you do with your old lover?
I do not like having those things.
- Also, just very quickly. - Then, what he wanted?
He always wants me. He joins as soon as I see it.
Did you find a bed? Echasteis "a sick person?
- How did you? - Has a sofa in his office.
I understand, you are very organized.
- Do not tell me what you want? - No.
- He said: "Make me what I like." - What is it?
- I like to tell those things. - Then let me.
No. It's too exhausting.
Today you show signs of insufficient will, I prefer to leave.
Stay, I will if you guess.
What did you use?
Tell me, cold, hot.
Help! Hot?
Cold? Hot?
When I'm not completely drunk, I'm very modest.
Would you mind turning off the light?
The other day I quickly undressed.
While you were not looked at, is my trick, I always do.
Alexandre.
I'm going to work. You can stay asleep if you want.
- What time is it? - The quarter to seven.
No, I'll get up. You're beautiful.
Come a little.
"Doctors do not you do this?
- Before, yes, not now. - And the sick?
Patients ever.
- Do we have time to make love? - No, I'm going into surgery.
Who will you kill today?
I leave a key. Close the door. You can have it.
How much?
It is marked on the label.
- I try it? - Over here.
Please.
- Here. - Thanks.
Bye.
Can you come here?
I have something for you, a handkerchief.
I'll lock it. I think it will do you good.
I like it, do you think?
Yes
Yes, it is Veronika.
No, no. Figure it yourself, your business.
- Hello? - "Alexander?"
- "I'm Veronika. Do you mind?" - Yes, I was sleeping.
- "Sorry." - No problem. What happens?
"I'd like to see."
What is that noise? I can not hear!
"I'm in Bilboquet Will not you come?"
No, I am tired tonight. I'll call you tomorrow.
- "Will not you come?" - No, I'll call you tomorrow.
Good night.
What did?
I join her at a nightclub. She's drunk
It's a little hung, right?
In short, it is clear.
He believed that people who work are more balanced than others.
Or at least pretend to be.
Although do a job shit, but do not earn anything.
I heard a formula recently.
It was expected "The man in the street."
I have the impression of being "the man in the street."
I want to lock. Always give right to others.
So this girl I like to behave well.
Put him blind, to call me in the middle of the night.
Because if the people who work, if "common man" also begins to freak out,
by employing a buzzword used by 200 people, it may take interesting things.
Getting tired of these people feel so satisfied with your car, your holidays, your family.
I used to think: "Why keep working?
"Why not bundle the mat?
"Why not go elsewhere, anywhere?"
Once, I fell asleep on the motorway between Marseille and Lyon.
Those lines that pass...
I fell asleep and woke up a while because my car had crashed...
Against that thing on the left that separates the two senses.
I gripped the steering wheel trying to keep my eyes open.
And I saw was not an idea or an illusion,
really was as if he could see the place a thousand years or a thousand years later.
That track asphalt, tar,
totally cracked, chapped,
invaded by the grass as the remains of an ancient civilization.
Useless, the Parthenon in ruins,
pyramids on the freeway, factories, all the same.
On that track men, women, vagrants,
carrying a sack over his shoulder tied to a pole,
walking, and at the end of Chaplin's films.
But it went anywhere.
It was all over, they left.
Then I said to myself that it wasn't far, it would be over soon.
Sheltered housing, cars, movie theaters.
Maybe someone very old, elderly,
and I remember even explain to the youth she cinemas,
that they were moving images, talking.
And young people do not understand.
You have to see how I still believe in man.
What does this mean?
What man?
In the "common man"?
There is another formula that makes me laugh is:
"The lower classes.
Understand? There the bourgeoisie of the textile,
the most disadvantaged,
the man in the street, single mothers, etc..
There is a name for everything.
In exchange for a supposed job people accept other people's money.
You can order anything from those who accept money,
even dropping their pants.
To play the same game, you must have the same weapons.
And learn to use them. Duels were fine.
One was fighting men in the same world.
The rogues and murdered with a knife in the back.
I find it quite well, and suddenly hit from behind.
When I make love to you, just think about death.
On land, in ash...
- Do not you tell me never. - I think about it all the time.
Do you make love with death?
Why? Do you see rivers, waterfalls?
- "Hello?" - Hello?
- "Do I pass to Alexander?" - She's sleeping.
"Can not you wake him?
You know when you sleep there is no way to wake.
"Okay, I'm coming."
Veronika apetecería us be quiet for a while, alone.
- "You live in the 234, right?" - Yes
"Okay, now go."
Comes here.
- You should have refused to be firm. - It is your business.
Moreover, it is so drunk.
What time is it?
The four. Dear, I must say that your love begin to annoy me.
No, no. Fine. I like people who disobeys.
They say: "Do not come and come.
Do you say: "Go" and stay.
As the drunks who get kicked out of bars.
They say, 'Go away and come back.
I do not like dignity.
My only dignity is my baseness.
It does not come alone!
If you have been with a guy, send them to hell.
He says he has no money for the taxi while the guy groping.
I have some money there in the pocket.
Do not you have anything to drink?
Honey, I think you've had enough.
"Dear".
Maybe you upset. Maybe you were having sex.
Alexandre you're shit.
Old rotten Marie.
With your breasts fat woman of thirty.
And you are the sweet, tender, pure Veronika?
Pure, me?
I totally rotten.
Don't mind me case, last night I drank a lot.
Can I get in your bed?
Do you know what I want?
To fuck.
If you want to fuck with Alexandre, he will be delighted.
I do not want to fuck, what do you think? I do not care!
I do not want to be with Alexander, his old cock.
Have you noticed? His cock is shaped like a teapot spout.
No, what I want is to fuck, I love.
Two people fuck because they love is the most beautiful.
- You are very beautiful, Marie. - With my body in 30 years?
No kidding! You are very beautiful.
Have you noticed in your legs? Damn!
And that I do not like women.
What time is it? You're not going to work?
I'll call by phone, fix it.
- I love you like an old fool. - What?
I love you like an old fool.
Marie has invited some friends, I promised to take care of the drinks.
- Friends of yours? - No, it are very nice.
- Does not it seem wrong that I am? - No, I have spoken to Marie.
- Do you know where are the spirits? - No.
Over there.
See? We've arrived.
Never wrong when I search on how to get liquor.
- Do you like this whiskey? - Only with Coke.
Well this would be a crime.
We will for drinking whiskey and Coke.
And the tried and tell me what you think.
You'll see, we're going to take for some alcoholics.
- Good to see you. - Me too.
- How is Charles? - Will come in a little while.
- What we're preparing? - Rabbit with mustard.
Formidable! We're going to put the boots.
- We are responsible for the drinks. - I take a drink.
- Is there nothing to nibble? - No.
No thanks.
- Where you going? - Be right back.
- I have something to say. - Yes?
- There is a guest. - No, what a pity! Who is it?
Hope you don't behave like an idiot, as Philippe.
- No way! No way! - Alexandre, listen.
Absolutely not. Okay, I'm going. You pass a good night.
Listen, Alexandre!
There was a slight change of plans. A drama.
- Why my fault? - Not at all.
Let the car, I'll explain.
I grabbed a few bottles, at least we'll get drunk.
I do not want to get drunk.
It's a shame, cooks very well the rabbit.
- What happened? - Nothing. It invites a kind.
I do not know if it will be her lover.
The kind of guy in charge of cultural affairs. I am furious.
Alexandre, I love you. If you want me to leave if that fixes things.
If you leave, I go with you.
I do not think the thing is settled.
Open up! Just think of yourself! You do not do anything for anyone!
You can go fuck the world! You're a pig!
I'll be back. Do you snuff?
What do you want? Leave me alone! Begone!
This afternoon was fine. What have you tried?
What were you trying to prove? You knew very well that...
I did not. I thought that for once do something for me.
But you're totally helpless. Just fucking know, okay.
But dinner with Philippe would have been too strong.
Yes, indeed, too strong for me.
Shut up! Say no more than filth!
And what you do, is not it a filth?
No, you are, you mess everything you touch.
- Why did not you tell me? - I never knew.
Charles met him and invited him.
You could have refuse or consulting.
If you had done to provoke, but you stopped acting to others.
Don't you know that the worst crimes are of irresponsibility?
How are your friends whom you have invited, you're quiet.
You have nothing to do with it.
- "Hello?" - Mr. Charles Lemoine, please?
- Perhaps on the terrace. - "One moment."
I meet with you soon. Then I'll explain.
I'll call you.
Thanks for waiting.
Let's go, but if something goes wrong, if you feel uncomfortable, leave.
You know that I love Marie, these disputes do not change much.
Pass the bottles.
Well, let's open the bottles. I go by the glass.
- I guess you're not hungry. - No.
Me neither.
Some people do a lot of things to take away your appetite.
They should assemble a meeting of these occasionally.
It is impossible to eat with a knot in my stomach. Fine.
You who operas cancers,
cures the pain that most unlikely,
Have you ever searched for a cure for this disease?
However, not new, its been the first love.
Do you know? Earlier, at the beginning of time,
people fucking, mated, without any problem.
Everyone in the world.
And one day, someone decided to stay with a woman for himself.
He said: "It is mine, do not touch it." That was his first love.
This man knew what he did.
Is there any medicine or injections, surgical procedures?
need to take vitamin "love."
Are you in the mood to eat rabbit?
No, not now, maybe later.
Do you let your makeup? I love doing. Come closer.
- What? - Play hard, it's our record.
You make me laugh with your nonsense.
- Please Veronika. - Let me talk.
Do not you realize how ridiculous you are?
You should make up to Alexandre.
Leave me alone.
I assure you, Alexandre, will do you good.
Yes, yes. Very well, very well.
Okay.
As you leave, excited a lot of guys.
They would have to give the ass. Would not hurt him.
I would be very good.
That is your problem and you know it.
You should try it, Alexandre.
I hate being in the middle. You will not get you?
No, leave me alone.
If you upset, I go to another room.
Stop talking nonsense.
Can't you see that you are the luckiest man in the world?
You're in bed with two girls who love you.
I'll be in the middle, but let me sleep.
Fuck me, fuck me!
- Fuck me, fuck me! - No!
Fuck me, fuck me!
- How many are taken to sleep? - One or two.
How about the whole pot?
- What do you do in these cases? - Nothing, leave it, does what he wants.
No, you must do something!
Are you stupid or what?
Okay, so I go to sleep. Leave me alone!
Well, that's enough! Out! Disappear!
Go into any hospital fuck! Anywhere, but go!
- Calm down, everything goes well. - Shut up! Besides I'm tired!
Come on, everybody out!
You have shitty relationships with women.
Occasionally you're good, you seem to love people,
but you have a crappy relationship.
I do not know what would you do to your Gilberte, but should love you,
especially if you can deflower.
For now is with that guy
you should make them very unhappy or mad.
Should have stayed with you.
Please be polite and bang her good, because you're bad in bed.
Yes, you've gone crazy.
And Marie forms a crappy couple.
And love is not that, is simple.
Even when it just is not shit.
When I lived with the man of yoghurt, everything was simple, beautiful.
And let us no more.
But you're not well and yet I love you.
Just think of you.
Came into my life and I've done much good.
No!
You may be right.
I'm not very smart.
You may not have the vocation to live, but I love you.
You live with it, sleep with it, you wash with it, shit with her.
You love a woman and fuck you to the next. Sex stories bore me.
There is something I would be very happy, will you do?
- What is it? - Smile.
- Ya, are you happy? - Yes, very.
I just remembered the story I had that kind of Mathieu and I had forgotten.
These stories of half past five.
He said: "Do you know the difference between the myxomatosis and gonorrhea?"
- Do you know? - No.
Myxomatosis is a disease of the rabbit and gonorrhea is a disease of the penis.
All this at 5:25.
I do not like criticism, but Marie is not a simple person.
He kisses me, calls me "dear", he grabs my hand.
You are not wrong with your two drives of shit.
If I go home, is not it, is for you because I love you.
You're not single, you moron.
So things are, that's it.
How can you say "you're the only man I have loved you"?
How ridiculous!
Can you picture me saying that?
"Alexandre, who are handsome, you idiot,
"How I hate you."
I would like to take another drink.
Two whiskeys.
I thought of you in the service. There is graffiti:
"My desire to love over death looms as a window."
And someone has written underneath: "Leap, Narciso.
- That made you think of me? - It looks like you, right?
Veronika has called, will come.
I said you were sick and bring medicines.
- Where you going? - I will buy snuff.
Who are those roses? Why me?
Hello, Alexandre, are you sick?
I bought a bottle of Ricard for Veronika and she brought a bottle of whiskey for us.
- Do you want to put a shot? - A shot of what?
I'm afraid.
I'll give you an injection of vitamin C in your precious blood.
You'll see, you feel great.
He hates the injections, only does so to please.
Put on cotton.
I will leave a small bruise because you have not pressed.
It will not be my fault, will be yours.
I want to see, you know? Comes the night watchman.
It gets naked, gets his shots,
gets into bed with the patient and does not give the slightest hesitation.
But when I was on duty,
cancerous old was with holes in the neck, spat,
gurgled with a rancid smell of rot and disease everywhere.
Nursing is pretty awful at times.
We are not insensitive to the suffering people, who can croak.
Contrary to what you think Alexandre.
What do you know what I think?
I know nothing at all. Every time I know less.
That said, Veronika, discreet, is eclipsed.
The Slavic blonde is eclipsed.
Eclipse is not his style.
Do you know Alexandre? The first luncheon I saw was my grandfather.
He had tuberculosis, lung diseases, old Polish.
And until his death, he insulted my grandmother.
He led them purple. It was really bad.
But I was totally crazy.
From the 45, 50, began to reel off her rosary.
He became the mystic of the neighborhood.
And when he died when I was 15,
paraded around the neighborhood home, the church mice, and so on.
There were plenty of priests who came to fill the belly,
coming home to be blind.
They said: "He died a saint."
My grandmother, the old Polish superstitious, I saw him move.
And the corner grocer, who trusted him and my grandmother was drugged with ether, also saw him move.
I was there with my fifteen years and not seen him move.
Well, just spent an angel.
That's always late.
Can not you put an old record?
No, but you can keep talking.
You know? No one has married me.
Mine was by chance, was a social wedding.
You're lucky to have a social wedding.
I never had a social wedding.
I deflowered socially outside an old guard in the room for twenty years.
There was never tied.
I said, "I want folles, I want my virginity."
Alexandre says I have a black body.
Nonsense! He knows that you're not a black.
No, but I'm a blonde with blue eyes.
You're a blonde with blue eyes, but neither are you a nigger.
Anyway, Alexandre is fixing blue-eyed blondes.
He noticed me because I thought I was his new Gilberte.
A new Gilberte who walked with her ass in the air, swaying her ass butt.
An old Gilberte immodest.
He found an old Gilbert, who was not a virgin.
Gilberte found an old whore.
What luck!
What fun it is and how to have fun!
He pretends to sleep, much cinema.
Would you like to do movies?
Alexandre, is the only man I ever loved.
You was the wonder.
Come here, Veronika.
I love you, you know?
I'm an idiot, but nonetheless quite understand because I'm very friendly.
If you knew how good I feel at this moment.
I said I wanted to make a gift,
but I think you'll be too big.
Perhaps we should put him under the arms.
Have you ever seen Veronika put something under your arms?
You should not make me presents.
You know? The two together are a fantastic gift.
Stop talking nonsense.
You told me everything is sufficient. I do not want.
- Can I know what you speak? - No, you know.
- It's something between us. - If it's something between you...
Alexandre, you are lucky enough to have two girls who love you.
When you get older and you're in a wheelchair,
superbombón guarded by a droplet will cast you in the nose or elsewhere...
remember. You are lucky, Alexandre, to have two girls who love you and are like them.
What is not always the case. The last time it did not.
And get that into your head, because it is not very large.
Stop being vain caresses.
What do you think, fondling the breasts of a woman or her sex...?
But what do you think?
As far as I'm concerned, I'm not worth it.
I love you and I say this in front of Marie.
Your gender looks at the whole person who has sex with her.
Your sex, Alexandre, who gives me much pleasure.
Your sex, Alexandre, is not important to me.
That said, poured another Pernod.
Your head that you understand everything,
who tells stories and sounding absolutely ridiculous and pretentious.
The joke among us is that one takes it very seriously and the other is not taken seriously.
- Guess who takes it seriously. - Do you two or all three?
Of us, Alexandre and myself. Marie, let me for once...
But if I let you!
Let me, I beg you, Marie,
let me, by a sad story of sex...
Understand that stories of sex for me is unimportant.
And I do not care if folléis.
I'm so happy with you.
I do not care.
Understand once and for all brings me to cool
Look, I'm starting to get drunk and mumbling.
It is absolutely horrible because I say what I think.
And I could stay with you all the time, I'm so happy.
I feel loved by both.
And the other is looking at me with eyes of moths, thinking:
"Small, still talking, but I pillars.
I beg you, I'm not pretending. But what do you think?
For me there are no whores.
For me, a girl who fucks with anyone not a whore.
To me there is no whores, that's all.
Anyone can suck, fuck and can not be a bitch.
I agree.
There are no whores on earth, hell, you know.
Surely you understand.
A married woman who is happy and dreaming of fucking anyone.
with the head of her husband, an actor of shit
with the milkman, the plumber, is a whore? There.
What does the word "whore"?
Only pussies, there is only sex.
What do you think? It is sad, eh? It is very cheerful.
I leave myself screwed by anyone.
I fucked and I have a great time.
Why did you give much importance to sex stories?
Sex...
Fuck me good. How I love you!
Only you can fuck well.
How to deceive people! What are gullible!
Only one you, there's only one me.
Only you can fuck well.
Only I can be fucked well for you.
How funny!
What a horrible and sordid! Damn!
What a sordid and horrible!
If you knew as I love them both.
And the little that has to do with sex.
I recently deflowered with 19 or 20 years.
How little does!
And then I had a lot of lovers. And I'm fucked.
It may be a patient, a chronic case of nymphomania.
And yet I do not care.
Getting pregnant would be a real tostonazo.
I have an "Tampax" and to take it off and fuck should do their best, brings me to the cooler.
If people could understand that fucking sucks.
There is only a beautiful thing:
Because you love so fuck you want to create a child that you like.
If not, is something sordid.
You just have to fuck when two people really want.
I'm not drunk.
If I cry, I do it for all my past life.
My past sexual life, which is so short.
Five years of sexual life is very short.
You see, Marie? I speak because I love you.
So many men have fucked me... I have wanted to, you know?
I wanted to because I have a fat ass in a given time may be desirable.
I have beautiful breasts that are very desirable.
My mouth is not bad.
And when I paint the eyes, are not bad.
And I have fucked a lot in a vacuum.
I have wished so in a vacuum.
I'm dramatizing, Marie, I'm not drunk.
What do you think? What I pity my damn lucky?
Not at all.
I fucked like a whore.
But, you know? I think a man will come some day,
love me and make a child because I love it.
And love is only valid when you want to have a baby.
If you want a child, you feel that you love.
A couple who does not want a child, is not a partner, it sucks.
Anything, a speck of dust.
Couples released...
You screwed by your side, darling, fuck me for mine.
We are very happy together. We met.
We are so good...
It is no reproach, on the contrary.
My sadness is not a reproach, you know?
It's an old sadness we have had for 5 years.
It is your affair.
How well he sees you together!
Look, you will be happy.
What fun! Wasn't that fun!?
Are you hungry?
Don't you want to eat something?
Are you hungry? Don't you want to eat, Alexandre?
What are you writing?
Your life?
- Already, you pack? - I used to.
Come on attack!
Share comments! unpleasant and attack!
I am a bit fed up with, as I said the other.
I've not been drinking, or in a serious way.
So until their noses. It is much more serious.
Want to join me, Alexander?
Leave it, good night.
- What are you playing, "Don Juan"? - No.
"Lovers in Paris lie down with my song.
"In Paris, lovers love this way.
"The choruses they sing are more beautiful than day.
"It is the springtime and spring is love.
"My tune has been lost at the edges of a garden.
"I have returned, and yet...
"Lovers in Paris have stolen my songs.
"In Paris, the lovers have strange manners.
"Lovers are going to Paris Robinson...
"when we mark the points with an accordion.
"Lovers of Paris with change of season,
"taking the lead of a song.
"There is gold and purple and eyes to see them.
"Usually, this is how the story begins.
"Lovers are going to Paris Robinson.
"In Paris, the lovers have strange manners.
"I love the chain on my two hands.
"There are millions of lovers and I only have a chorus.
"We boys around the world...
"that spring has come to his life.
"For them it is not much, as there are...
"beautiful months of May on their calendars.
"Lovers in Paris had sung my songs.
"In Paris, they love their own way.
"Give me songs...
"so that we love in Paris."
- With you? - If you want to.
Good idea when I'm drunk.
Walk a little and we'll see.
- Let go! - But what's wrong?
What are you doing here? Stop it!
- You make my skin crawl. - Stop!
- Again you old drunk. - Once again my old drunk.
I'll walk you to your room.
You make my skin crawl. Maybe you're pregnant!
I love you. You are not able to assume the intoxication of the people you love.
You're sad!
Do not touch me! Walk away!
What are you doing here? Give me back the key!
Enough is enough!
Do you love me?
Yes
- Will you marry me? - Yes!
You're crazy! I'm going to vomit!
If you marry me I'll become like a bowl.
I do not look like myself when vomiting! Go.