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- By itself?

- It billows.

On its own, it billows.

Just a draft?

I wish.

- Your father read it?

- He hated it.

Your mother?

She pretended not to understand.

Hold it.

So much water!

Fuchs' idol.

For me, it would be theatre.

Louis Jouvet.

The savage power of a stupid thought.

The savage power of a stupid thought.

Your bird?

In person.

Oh, for once to be seated near to her.

First names, okay?

Multiple adventure-ess,

pass the gas to your stepfather?

Rapture of the senses...

little smoking goose.

So then,

the big boss of my outlet.

Leon, dodging and contrast.

If you're too soft with a client, dodge,

drop a dirty word

in order not to get complacent,

choke his peepee...

And toughen the terms.

Yes, but who can assure

anyone of anything?

Look, the secretary of the boss-um

as dumb as one can be,

ratting the day she was at the boss-um,

to tell him

that I spit in the paper basket.

Y es, but...

What blouse did she wear on that day?

The one with the embroidery.

But then one day, unannounced

the big boss-um of the boss-ums,

the one of all the outlets

and me already being

the under boss-um of our outlet.

So, I received him, I made a big splash

with an elegant lunch,

best restaurant-um.

And then

when I was to serve him the vin-um

I flung half a bottle on his shirt.

Tie, vest-um, whatever.

Know what he said?

The boss-um of the boss-ums

drenched in C? tes du Rh? ne.

He said:

"Leon, I see that you have been

to the right schools."

Sorrel soup!

With dill.

Another delight from

Mummsy-the-Gourmette!

With eggs hard boiled!

The ashtray

and the sparrow?

I'll say it again: Catherette.

- She's too simple.

- Nobody is simple enough.

"The hand, the leg, the mesh,

what disorder."

What disorder?

This dis-order of the things.

- And then she likes animals.

- Who?

Catherette. The cat slept on her bed.

Oh, because Monsieur visited?

- Maybe she retrieved the sparrow?

- It can't rehang itself.

I feel like I'm in high society.

- Oh really.

- Yeah, I really saw you.

The hand of Madame de Rnal.

- Stendhal.

- Yeah?

- I'm from Grenoble.

- So?

Stendhal was born in Grenoble.

Lightning fast,

Julien Sorel grabbed her hand.

He dared. A Napoleonic conquest.

The boldness,

a stroke of military genius.

- Is that your writing?

- No.

Lena, who pulses like blood.

Oh la la, I've had it.

I'll go take a walk.

The mouth that relates to another mouth

like a star to another star...

On the one hand, the ugliness

of a fleeting sidelong deviation

and on the other...

That two mouths

which have nothing in common

nevertheless have

something in common.

Saturated in night,

already steeped in the winter.

"Modern Times."

- Sartre was hideous, a toad.

- Another acquaintance?

Except that he wrote "Nausea".

And he refused the Nobel Prize

for Literature.

Lena...

It's only when someone new sees it

that it jumps out at us.

"Y es auntie, I'll go tomorrow."

Never will she, and I am very sensitive

on an aesthetic level.

I told her I'd pay for it.

She's like my niece.

I'm not letting down the family

even if they are un-aesthetic,

in an aesthetic sense, out of place.

A five-year drag...

You just need to recut and resew.

The accident, the bus, smash!

Into a tree!

And Leon this, Leon that,

and Lena, and Lucien...

Thank God Lena found a decent man.

Except they'll do nothing

with their soft little hands, like Leon.

She gets that from her late father.

I deal with

buttons, coffee, sandwiches,

salad, newspapers,

and chops, and salads, and so on...

and the tenants on top of that.

The one with tuberculosis,

I had to serve cream all day.

It's colder than yesterday.

It'll be better after the rain.

This after that

and not the other way around.

Ti-ri-ri!

When an icycle mounts a bicycle

it makes a tricycle.

A sheet for this one,

an enema for that one...

I've seen it all.

Won't you help Catherette with the peas?

And the sauce?

35 years in the insurance business, Sir.

But the collapse of the global economy,

the crisis, lay-offs, redundancies...

So we had to make endies meet

and we started to rent.

17 years with a man

who can't hammer a nail.

Pray he won't wreck himself

over the peas...

Sorry I'm late.

Did it go well?

Couldn't have gone better.

Imagine that he's a new Russian.

Roubles in real time.

The best customers.

Oh no, this is my thing.

That his first wife never warned me

who I would have to deal with...

Well, she couldn't have,

dead as she was.

I'm telling you...

the caprices,

a calamity for all this filth.

Your scarf, where is it?

Often at night

when he starts to whine...

Rheumatism, angina,

his liver, his kidneys...

Stop this madness...

this debauchery.

To think that Catherette

has asked for the day off tomorrow.

Mind you, she promised to go

to Leon's surgeon friend for her lip.

Leon doesn't know

how to change a light bulb.

Oh, it happens to her,

when she gets overexcited.

What do you think, father-in-law?

Ten soldiers

marching one behind the other,

how much time would it take to exhaust

all possible combinations of their order,

putting the third

in place of the fourth, etc.?

We can only make

one change per day.

Three little-um months?

Ten thousand years was calculated.

- Scientifically?

- By computer.

Scientifuckally, yeah.

In the scheme of things,

what, where, when, how, why,

with what?

You don't get it, almost-father.

- Get what?

- The organisation.

What organisation?

The irrational organisation

of the world.

Because you think, my little birdbrains,

pecking at crumbs...

Kaboom,

something like that can be seized?

Bang, pffft, gone.

Took me years to think it over,

me, I think.

Since Leon Woytis

was fired from insurance,

he does nothing but think.

What about you?

Ahoy, sailors!

Ahoy, sailors!

He's afraid of his ex mother-in-law.

No smoking!

Have a puff,

what with your duff ticker.

Just stop pulling my leg.

- Your sparrow?

- He was there when it started to rain.

I can't imagine

someone cutting it down in the rain.

- And your chicken?

- That's what surprised me: vanished.

Your watch?

Fake. Made in China.

It makes a certain impression.

- And the Russian?

- Still Russian.

When do we graze?

He's gone off the rails.

Yes, the hand of the husband

seemed quite well behaved

but what do appearances mean?

It all depends

on how he touches her.

- This Madame de Stendhal was married.

- De Rnal.

Your first name.

Where does it come from?

- Mother loved Gombrowicz.

- Another acquaintance?

I can well imagine a decent touch

or an indecent one,

libertarian, furious, even brutal,

because why would regular hands

not touch each other in irregular ways?

Pretty boy, Grard Philippe.

To think that she lets herself go

regardless

to worsen the indecency...

If he had just hooked a finger

on her finger

it would have been enough for both

to attain the supreme licentiousness.

Supreme licentiousness.

That sounds good.

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