MONSIEUR HULOT'S HOLIDAY
Save me a seat!
Is that my seat?
At the time, my dear lady, I was a cavalry captain.
That required discipline
and authority.
What a nuisance!
What is it? What's happening?
Give me that!
Ladies, gentlemen.
Monsieur? Ah, I see.
Monsieur...?
What?
Allow me. - Hulot.
H-U-L-O-T.
Your pipe.
Hello there!
Get out of here!
Good day, sir.
Good day.
Telephone!
New York!
For heaven's sake! What's this?
Sorry, ma'am. The little one loses everything.
Denis!
Kid, come here a minute. Did you touch the winch?
No, sir.
- What happened? - It wasn't my fault!
Jean, catch.
Jean.
Look, a boat. And another one.
Two... three... four.
This is wonderful!
Dad, look at Monsieur Hulot.
Get your ice cream
and sorbets here!
The tanks were just north of us.
It was a tense moment. We had to make a decision.
Madame... monsieur.
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That's Mr. Ménard, the proprietor.
Good day, madame.
Is this table free? - Please go right ahead.
Here's our table.
I'm so sorry!
No, it doesn't matter.
Do you know my friend?
Well, here we are. Sit down. What's for lunch?
- What's wrong? - You weren't there this morning?
No, we went fishing.
Well, you missed quite a boat launch.
Some people are worse than children.
- You think it was a tourist? - I'm sure of it.
- Leg of lamb on eight. - Ready!
- An order of scallops. - Coming up!
Extra mayo on four.
- Half a carafe of rosé on six. - Got it!
- One steak. Make it bloody! - Okay.
- An order of mussels. - Make it two!
And now, the latest stock quotes from the Paris exchange.
No, you wouldn't be intruding. Don't be shy.
You look just fine.
It will make a nice souvenir. Just one moment.
I've got an idea.
You wear my cap and I'll wear your hat.
That'll be funny!
Don't move!
Mr. Schmutz.
My briefcase!
London? Schmutz speaking. Did you sell? My file!
- I'm happy to finally get here. - Thank you, Auntie.
Hulot.
Do you know that man? A real gentleman.
What a horrendous trip! A half hour delay, no restaurant car,
hordes of people, and stifling heat.
I was so annoyed!
It took an hour to find my luggage!
The station was so crowded I thought I'd die of thirst,
and not a drop of water to be found!
A throng of people changing trains!
And what heat!
You can't imagine!
This is unbelievable! Where did my suitcases go?
Thank you so much.
Out for a stroll, lady?
Watch out back there! I almost ran over that woman!
You signaled? Did you see him signal?
Blockhead!
It certainly is, ma'am.
Good round.
Hearts.
Denise, come on! You're keeping us waiting.
This has been French National Radio from Paris.
Good night, ladies and gentlemen.
We'll be back on the air tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.
Good night, ma'am.
Down the hatch!
Did he leave?
- Where'd he go? - Go look for him.
Down the hatch!
Ah, there's the major. Always so military.
Martine, come look at this blue sky.
Magnificent, don't you think?
A marvelous view, don't you think?
I was just admiring the sea, the rocks, the white sails.
It's all so lovely.
Is that Saint-Nazaire?
See? Over there.
No, it's over there.
I always find a seaside vacation so pleasant and restful.
Unfortunately, it's so windy that my hair's always a mess.
The bourgeoisie is clearly full of contradictions.
Progress? Fine, but with due caution!
That's the key — a rigorous eclecticism.
Help! Help!
Shark!
I was in the same sector as the English army.
I was an officer at the time. You know the Ardennes?
A very dangerous area. You remember, n'est-ce pas?
I received orders from le général, a good friend of mine.
I was in charge of a very delicate mission.
I don't know if you remember the Ardennes during wartime,
but it wasn't exactly a stroll down the Champs-Elysées.
- Leg of lamb on eight. - Ready!
- An order of scallops. - Coming up!
Extra mayo on four.
May I leave the table?
What about my place? I have a sensational record by Billie Holiday.
- I prefer the Duke. - What about Fats Waller?
- A king-size? - Perhaps you'd prefer mine.
Wait for me!
Get in!
We'll catch him! Hurry up!
We'll give you a hand.
- Get in. - Sit down.
Mr. Schmutz, telephone!
Sir!
Not that way!
At the hotel!
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Here you go.
That's it.
You didn't say hello to Mrs. Dubreuil.
There's no way to hit the ball!
This can't be! That's not tennis!
- Game! - Again?
Left backhand, right drive.
Good grief!
Fine! I'll go on the attack!
Hello, Marie-France.
What's with you? You think it's funny?
There's the lunch bell.
Ah, there you are.
Good round.
Your turn.
- That's so annoying! - No trump?
Play!
Whose turn?
Hearts.
Mademoiselle, please.
Are you familiar with Bertrand's essay?
It's particularly relevant for women protesting bourgeois decadence.
Even a housewife...
- Sorry. - ...must be socially and politically aware.
I hope he wasn't a bother. You're very kind.
Good night.
What's going on? Everyone calm down!
Major, please!
A seashell!
Another one!
It's so pretty.
Here, take this one. It's beautiful.
Did you bring my bathrobe?
- Telephone, Mr. Schmutz. - I'll just be a minute.
Come on.
Yes? Come in.
Do sit down.
Sure you're not scared? Please be very careful.
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I saw it happen!
Get me a wrench.
Stay tuned, because in just a moment,
Mr. Durrieux, the minister of state, will address the nation.
Here is Mr. Durrieux.
Fellow citizens, we face difficult times.
I address you tonight to assure you that our government
will fulfill its responsibility to you, the voters,
and even to those who have not voted up to now.
What do I speak of?
The pessimistic tone of the reports I've perused these last months
leaves, alas, little doubt.
To the usual critics
content to disparage our efforts I say,
"Offer new solutions of your own."
As a believer in Europe, I haven't given up the hope
of seeing the French people set aside superficial issues
to rally behind what is essential.
The latest statistics show
that our imports exceed our exports
by several billion francs.
Private savings will be indispensable
in keeping our national budget balanced without inflation.
Mrs. Verdaz and Mrs. Paillaud will ride in Mr. Bresson's car.
Mr. Verdaz will be jealous!
Mrs. Giraud...
will ride in Mr. Reynald's car.
Françoise!
Just a second. I'm coming.
Major, no one's told us which car we're to ride in.
Monsieur Hulot's car.
Where is he? Hulot!
Blast it all!
I saw the whole thing!
There he is!
- What's going on? - We can't change the plan.
It's all been methodically organized. You must wait for Monsieur Hulot.
But he's not here!
Madame has offered you her spot. How very kind.
No, I'm waiting for a phone call. I can't go.
"No more empty clichés! Action!
Legislation must give way to doctrinal inspiration.
Capitalism talks too much. Eclecticism will prevail."
We can't ride in that car with these dresses.
It's all wet.
Direction... north!
Set the plates out in a row.
Not more melon!
Let's see. Set it there.
No, keep the preserves in reserve.
- What about dessert? - Set it there.
Look at that view: the river running through the meadow,
the little village, the church.
A "very pretty picture," as you say in English.
And I hadn't noticed that road behind the trees. Lovely.
This region is perfect for holidays.
What's happening?
Did you see that?
I went up and then came down again.
At last we're off again. It's about time. I'm getting hungry.
Yes, I hear you.
No, not seven. Sixteen railroad cars. Right.
No, it's not expensive. Sell!
This is impossible! I can't hear a thing!
Thank you, my dear lady. I hope to see you in Paris.
Here you are, miss. It would be a pleasure.
We had quite a nice time, didn't we?
I hope my trip home will be more pleasant.
My trip here was horrible. You simply can't imagine the heat.
Call me when you get in.
A kiss.
Good-bye, madame. Please keep in touch.
If you ever come to Sèvres, you have our address.
Hurry up.
Good-bye. Hope to see you again.
My address.
Good-bye. See you again soon.