Blue Is the Warmest Color Page #4

You see what's going on?

She's a whore.

She sleeps naked in my bed,

checks out my ass.

Cut the sh*t!

Whores like you are into ass.

Does your b*tch

have a blue p*ssy?

F***ing c*nt!

F***ing lesbo!

Go eat p*ssy!

What the hell?

Why tell everyone we went to a gay bar?

Why the f*** did you do it?

It's not the end of the world.

It is! They all think

I'm a lesbian, that I eat p*ssy.

She thinks I check out her ass.

You said we'd ask calmly.

Don't look. Listen to me.

You're not talking.

You attacked her.

She attacked us.

She attacked physically.

But you did verbally.

- We asked nicely.

- You did not.

If I were a closeted fag,

I'd have done the same.

Come on, let's fight.

You'll never touch my p*ssy!

Dirty dyke!

Shut your face!

He mentions "a pathological scruple".

What is that?

Does that mean gravity, for you?

Louis?

In stanza two, he says...

"The only vice of water

is gravity."

He associates natural law,

the universal law of gravity,

with a vice, as if...

everything natural is perverted,

and vice versa.

It's sort of...

It's sort of the opposite of...

Catholic conservatism,

which would say

that vice is not natural,

and you have to...

repress it, reject it.

He says that

gravity itself is a vice.

It can't be avoided.

It's totally intrinsic to water.

Adle, what do you think?

About what Louis said.

I agree.

Are you following any of this?

No.

We're talking about

a vice intrinsic to water. Gravity.

Start reading from "This vice..."

Page 62.

Throwing away the skin?

Yeah, why?

You don't eat it?

I don't like it.

I love it. I eat all the skins.

- Rinds too.

- Yeah?

As a kid I even ate my scabs.

I loved them.

You're funny.

So you're really into eating.

You can't imagine.

I can see.

I eat everything.

I could eat non-stop all day.

It's scary. Even when I'm full.

Everything but shellfish.

- Really?

- That's all.

That's what I like most.

It's beyond me.

I love oysters.

Really?

The texture alone grosses me out.

Yeah?

That's the best part.

They're like little snot balls.

Big snot balls.

They remind me of something else.

I don't want to know.

Something to say?

I don't know.

What?

I wanted to know

when was the first time

that you tasted...

Tasted a sausage?

Tasted a girl.

A girl?

You mean kiss?

Or taste?

Kiss.

To start with. Then we'll see.

I was fourteen.

Sometime around then.

There was a party.

All the girls had guys.

And I...

I went out with Louise.

That was her name.

We didn't kiss

during the party, but...

I asked her to sleep over.

That's when we kissed.

You've always preferred girls?

I tried both.

I dated boys, girls...

and I realized I preferred girls.

For sure.

It's nice being here.

Yeah.

A little too nice.

I guess so.

It's here.

Mom?

- How are you?

- Fine, and you?

Adle...

my mom, Catherine.

We've heard good things about you.

I'm glad to be here.

- For you.

- I'll take that.

Very nice, thank you.

Hi, honey.

How are you?

- And you?

- I'm fine.

So...

- We've been waiting.

- What's to eat?

Your favourite.

That's Adle.

Vincent, my stepdad.

The family cook.

We're having white.

Okay with you?

- Sure.

- White's fine.

White too?

Tell me what you think of it.

I like it.

Vincent's new pick.

We drank a lot

while we were waiting for you.

- Not that much.

- True.

We were reasonable.

But it's always nice

to cook with a glass of white.

My dad's the same.

Really?

Shall we toast?

To love.

Welcome, Adle.

Big words. To love.

Yes, to love, my love.

To love, then.

How is it?

- Delicious.

- Very good.

Good, isn't it? I like it a lot.

Me too.

I don't know wine, but it's good.

I bet you haven't eaten all day.

Adle...

I went and bought

the best I could find at Trire.

You know it?

- No.

- No?

Just by name.

By name.

- Help yourself.

- I'm fine.

Sh*t, I forgot to tell you

that Adle...

doesn't like shellfish.

I'm so sorry.

No big deal.

Seafood isn't really my thing.

But don't worry. I'm not difficult.

A nightmare. It's all we have.

You're a pain.

I go all out,

then you come and say...

"Adle hates oysters."

I'll have other stuff.

The entre too? No problem.

- Even jumbo shrimp?

- Especially.

No biggie. Perfect occasion

to initiate her. It's fine.

Like at the school cafeteria.

You squeeze lemon on the oyster.

Okay.

And usually,

if it's really good and fresh,

it moves.

That means...

it's good. See?

Look.

- It's moving.

- Why tell me this?

- It's alive.

- Exactly.

It has to be alive.

Don't eat it otherwise.

Alive is good.

You can eat the muscle too.

I'm fine.

Go on.

The juice too.

Well?

- Are you okay?

- It's good.

- You seem to enjoy it.

- It's good.

I'll try another.

Great.

These are excellent oysters.

You have beautiful paintings.

My ex-husband was an art lover.

Emma gets a lot of that

from her father.

Your ex loved art

but your new husband...

A lover as well.

But most of the paintings here...

Lover of what?

They come from her father.

A lover of food and wine.

That counts.

I agree.

And also...

culture.

Tell us about yourself.

We want to know about your life,

what you want to do.

I want to teach.

Right.

Nursery school. I love kids.

You love kids.

Have you always wanted to teach?

It's not that

I loved the school system,

but school means a lot to me.

It's taught me a lot.

It helped expose me to things

that my parents or friends

didn't show me.

I want to pass that on.

What do you need to do?

I'll get a masters

and then do teacher training.

That way I can start

by being an assistant teacher.

And honestly,

I don't see myself...

going to school

for 10 or 15 years

just to end up unemployed.

I want something concrete.

Does the job market scare you?

I sense it in what you say.

Maybe you'll go to school and see

that something else interests you.

For now it's what interests me.

At least you know

where you're going.

And that's important, I think.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Surprise!

Happy Birthday, my sincerest wishes

May these flowers bring you joy

May your year be sweet and carefree

And next year may we all meet again

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

Happy 18th, Adle!

Thank you.

Mom? Cheers.

- He's the king of bolognese.

- Hope you like it.

Help yourself.

Some wine?

Yes, please.

Nice to meet you, Emma.

We've heard about you for months.

Here you are at last.

It's great to...

to put a face

to everything you've said.

Really.

I'm the one who...

Thanks for having me.

It's our pleasure.

Enjoy your meal.

- Enjoy your meal.

- Enjoy your meal.

Eat. It'll get cold.

It's nice of you

to help her with philosophy.

It's a really hard subject.

She was having

a tough time, but now...

it seems to be going well.

Your grades are up.

Thanks to you.

It's a pleasure for me.

I wasn't going about it right.

She taught me...

to make outlines.

That's important.

I don't know how

they can do that subject

in just a year.

I don't see the point.

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