Blue Is the Warmest Color Page #2

Finish and you'll see why.

I'll read it.

I swear I'll read

Life of Marianne.

Careful what you say.

It's 600 pages.

I'll read it.

I don't give a f***.

Hello.

You look like crap.

You didn't sleep?

You f***ed. I smell it on you.

How did it go with Thomas?

Sleep with him?

That's not an answer.

I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

We're tying the knot.

- Sleep at his place?

- No.

- Details.

- There are none.

What did you two do?

Spent the afternoon together.

No afternoon fucks?

So you deny it.

What are you, a sex cop?

I want details.

It's obvious you f***ed.

Why not say so?

I didn't or I'd say so.

You didn't sleep.

What did you do?

Go on, say it.

Come on.

Because it sucked?

I'd tell you, whatever happened.

I promise.

I don't buy it.

With her face, the smell on her...

I'm going in. And you?

We're coming.

I smell it from here.

You are so gross.

Since when is f***ing a crime?

He's following her.

Straight to the bathroom!

Adle?

Got a sec?

I feel like you're avoiding me.

I don't know, maybe...

you misunderstood,

or I went about it too fast.

In fact I like you a lot.

Nothing to say?

It wasn't good?

Yes.

It was great.

Say something.

I feel like I'm faking.

Faking everything.

If he's getting you

so worked up...

No, it's me.

He's not the problem.

I'm missing something.

I'm all messed up. I'm crazy.

There's a reason.

You're not sad out of the blue.

There have to be reasons.

Come on,

stop torturing yourself.

I look like crap.

Come on, you're gorgeous.

- Stop.

- I mean it.

- Think I don't see myself?

- How can you?

My nose is running,

my hair's all oily.

My face is a mess.

Adds to your charm.

Thank God I have you.

You'll make him dump you.

Bastard.

I won't have to tell him.

If he sees me like this,

he'll say, "Beat it."

I'll answer, "Okay. You sure?"

It's over.

All settled.

I'm sorry. I swear I am.

Students, take to the streets!

No to privatization!

No to job cuts!

No to austerity measures!

More money for education!

More money for education!

From the city projects

To the faraway countryside

We're society's rejects

Always on the outside

We cannot find our place

We do not have the right face

Born without a silver spoon

Inside a gilded cocoon

Got no home, got no job

Got no papers, we're the mob

They don't want us to unite

They've done it, all right

Their world is dog eat dog

In their machine we're a cog

Let's fix a new goal

Let's make their heads roll

We won't give up!

We won't give up!

We won't give up!

We won't give up, we won't give up!

- We won't give up!

- We won't give up!

We won't give up, we won't give up!

We won't give up!

We won't give up!

We won't give up, we won't give up!

They look quadriplegic!

"Little" is a word

that comes back over and over

in the play.

It's a word that stigmatizes

childhood,

and powerlessness too.

Childhood is a time...

no longer for you...

when we're helpless.

Not big enough,

not mature enough,

not strong enough.

Antigone is still a child.

She's still little.

"Too little", as she says.

But she refuses to be little anymore.

Not that day.

It's the day she will say no.

The day she says no,

the day she dies.

What we have here

is a perfect example of tragedy.

Tragedy is the unavoidable.

It's what we cannot escape,

no matter what.

It concerns eternity.

It concerns what is timeless.

It concerns the mechanism,

the essence,

of humankind.

- You okay?

- And you?

I was bored stiff in French.

Got a light?

You okay? Not too cold?

We're fine.

Alice is cute.

She has a nice little ass.

Checking out her ass?

I just noticed it

when she walked by.

The kind of girl I like.

Something cool about her.

Don't be jealous.

You're cute too.

I'm not jealous.

You sure?

You know it anyway.

Know what?

That you're really cute.

You're one of the prettiest girls

in our grade.

It's true.

Surprised to hear me say it?

I like that mysterious side of yours.

I bet the guys love it.

Not really.

Anyway, I find you cute.

Thanks.

Even cuter than Alice.

- Are you blushing?

- No.

Not at all.

You are too!

No.

Let me see.

Am I?

It's freezing.

- I'm dying to skip English.

- Me too.

- See you later?

- Okay.

- Bye.

- Bye.

The drumstick?

I don't care.

Give me your plate.

I'll give you potatoes after.

What's wrong with it?

No idea. It cooked long enough.

It's hard to take apart.

- Want some?

- Yes, please.

Give me your plate.

You seem out of it, Adle.

Enjoy.

Want some?

Yes, please.

What?

You look like you had a great day.

I guess so.

It shows.

Not hungry?

I'd like some salad.

How are you?

And you?

Sorry, I didn't think...

that you'd get so hooked.

What happened

yesterday was just...

It happened

on the spur of the moment.

I didn't think

you'd make much of it.

Understand?

Nothing will change between us.

I won't tell anyone.

I'm sorry.

See you later.

Adle.

Adle, come here.

Adle.

Adle!

Can't she hear me?

Why did you ignore me?

What is it?

Nothing.

- Tell me what it is.

- Nothing.

- Talk to me.

- Let's go out.

What's up?

Adle, my friends.

How are you?

Nice to see you.

You okay?

Come on and dance a little.

Want to dance?

I'll finish my drink first.

Let's all dance.

I'll watch you, then I'll come.

Promise?

Love has no gender.

Take whoever loves you.

Whatever makes you happy.

Who cares?

True love.

Even if we have to die tomorrow,

who cares?

How are you?

Looking for someone?

I'm meeting a friend.

Too bad.

Enjoy your evening.

First time here?

You seem lost.

I'd buy you a drink,

but you've got one.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Talking to my cousin?

Your cousin?

Can I go?

Be my guest.

Be good.

Sophie, strawberry milk, please.

Why are you here all alone?

I don't know.

I came in here by chance.

By chance.

Okay.

You're drinking a Bulldog.

Bull dyke beer.

I had no idea.

Sure is.

Thank you.

So.

Taste this.

So?

You like it?

Honestly?

You won't be upset?

No, go ahead.

It's gross.

I love it.

Your type is rare here.

What's my type?

Your type...

I don't know, underage...

hanging out in bars at night.

How do you know I'm underage?

I can just tell.

Or else...

a straight girl who's a little

curious.

Like I said,

I came in here by chance.

No such thing as chance.

Think so?

What's your name?

- Adle.

- Adle.

Pretty name, Adle.

Adle means something in Arabic.

I think it means

sun.

Hope.

Love.

It means justice.

I was close.

Sun...

What's your name?

My name's Emma.

What do you do?

What do you think?

Hairdresser?

Fourth year of Fine Arts.

Fine Arts?

You like it?

Yeah, I do.

Why is it called Fine Arts?

Are there arts that are ugly?

No ugly arts. I mean...

some can be ugly.

But it's subjective.

Because there are also

Decorative Arts, Applied Arts.

There's no Ugly Arts school.

Why not?

That's a good point.

At the time of the Impressionists,

everyone who was rejected

from the Salon

for beautiful paintings

and everyone who was considered,

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