Les femmes sont folles Page #5

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The way you talk about women

in your books is disgusting.

And the way you treat marriage ...

- Who told you what I thought about marriage?

- A nurse of the first rank.

By that title, by the way.

You had your heroine say :

"If I have a child, I'll kill myself.

"It would be shameful to bring

yet another monster into the world."

It still upsets me

to write such garbage.

I adore children.

I want three, at least.

Success !

This was the way .

How can a nice man like you

write such crazy stuff ?

I write for my public.

My readers oblige me

to invent such nonsense.

Writing simple things

requires talent.

- That's what's hard.

- That's not an excuse.

- If only you knew my secret...

- What "secret"?

No, I...

Oh, what the hell !

I can't.

It wouldn't be smart of me.

I've given my word.

- Please understand.

- But I do understand.

You're researching

your next novel.

Listen...

- What are you up to ?

- Looking for inspiration.

Not from me.

Looks like I got here just in time.

- I've had enough of this.

- This isn't the time for that.

Everything's ready.

The doctor's in on it.

What about our friendship?

You were happy

to take my money.

I guess

I don't care anymore.

You've learned your lines?

You've got your props?

- Yes

- Fine.

Don't forget to speak to me

using the words we prepared.

It's all in there.

There he is... Robert Patrick.

Remember what I told you.

Be as disgusting as you can.

- Revolt them.

- I know.

The author, Robert Patrick !

- You see the way he walks ?

- Terrific.

I'm going to be famous,

a magazine's running my photos.

- You know him well ?

- I'd say so.

It's Dr Dufresnoy

What a nice surprise.

It's amazing, you never change.

You know Robert Patrick?

He consulted me twice,

under the utmost secrecy.

I kept my word.

Now I'm relieved of my secret.

Of course my dear doctor.

But let's think about serious things :

I'm thirsty.

Still the same booze addict.

You intend emptying the cellar?

I'd like to drink enough

to get up the courage

to tell you everything.

- Still the man of mystery.

When I keep my word,

I don't break it.

Invite me to dance

while there's still time.

Let's go then.

If you must sing...

at least sing what the band's playing.

If only you weren't here tonight.

How nice you are !

You wouldn't understand.

I get the impression nobody

usually understands you.

Listen, Genevive,

Come what may this evening,

please, don't hold it against me.

You're being far too

mysterious for me.

I've sold my soul to the devil.

Excuse me, Justin wants me

for something.

Quick, a big glass

of mineral water.

What's with the water?

Have some scotch.

I've had enough.

I'm pulling out.

- Nice to see you again.

You too.

Good evening.

Oh...you need cleaning up.

We got in trouble.

The car wouldn't start.

Then, we broke down.

You gave your word

and you took my dough.

If you chicken out, you risk an awful lot:

Fraud, breach of trust...

it could get really nasty for you.

I'd like to clean up.

We had to do repairs on the way.

Come up to my room.

I ask you for 5 minutes

and I'll do what you want.

Asks Dufresnoy

he knows about it.

He's got something wrong with him,

that's for sure

When he drinks he starts trouble.

That's upsetting.

"Upsetting"?

It's terrible to watch.

That is for sure.

Obviously you don't understand.

Patrick's a third degree alcoholic.

- What degree?

- Three !

- That's astounding.

- I'd say it's a defect.

If talent's a defect

he's got a defect.

- He shouldn't be allowed to go mad.

Rimbaud was mad, Nerval too.

Why not him?

Depends on your point of view.

A triple whisky.

- OK ?

- Yes.

- A question.

Do you drink to relax

or get ideas?

Don't try and pull

the wool over my eyes.

Don't nick the bottle.

There you are sir.

- My dear lady,

your soire is boring.

You can say that again !

These things are all the same :

middle class business types.

- But tonight's special.

- Why ?

Because you're here.

I like your frankness,

your abrupt way of carrying on.

I like your casual scepticism

and cynicism.

You're a man,

not a wimp.

- When I compare you with Gaston...

- There's no comparison.

Remember...Gaston is charming

Quite charming.

So he's a faithful husband.

- And a friend

- "A friend"?

A friend for you.

That's what's wrong with him.

It's true,

he's a bit clumsy.

And he tends to live

at ground level,

like his vacuum-cleaners.

There it is...an attack coming on.

You pig !

- What's the matter?

- Just nerves, dear lady.

- Where's my whisky?

- You drank it.

It's no fun if I drink

without keeping count.

And do they give those away

as a bonus with the vacuum-cleaners?

I was thinking the same thing !

My husband gave them to me.

We can't foresee everything.

He's full of good intentions,

but this is what he comes up with.

- You can say that again.

You're an original,

a one-off.

You don't worry about

saying the right thing.

You can't make an omelette

without breaking some eggs.

You seem to be cooling down

a bit at the moment.

I don't raise my hat to anyone.

You've got to deserve it.

You have a most original way

of talking to women.

Can anyone really talk to a woman?

They only understand a gesture.

I just want to understand.

- A light, my good man.

- Yes sir.

- You're just like Francis Gaillard.

- Don't know him.

You don't know Francis Gaillard !

Your hero from

"The Earth a Moon".

From my own writing !

- You're having me on, eh?

- Yes.

What say we move.

Let's dance.

Love to.

Don't step on my toes.

I'll be careful.

What are you up to?

- What are you doing?

- But it's...

The door.

Excuse our being late.

Our pleasure is all the greater.

- Robert Patrick.

- Delighted to meet you.

They honour us with their presence.

Barote....Duval.

- Not long names to remember.

- Duval's quite short.

Certainly is quite short.

I thought you had more spirit

than that.

- The answer.

- What "answer"?

THE answer.

- I can get up my spirits when I want to.

- But you don't want to.

Unfortunately, you don't want to.

I heard you...it's not funny.

What IS it you need ?

Lovely.

Well, that's what I feared.

His attacks have resumed.

I beg you, madame,

stop this music.

How can you interrupt

Liszt's "Dream of Love"?

My dear woman,

you're beyond any dreams of love.

You're a general's wife,

so play the national anthem.

By the left... Marseillaise! ... left! left!

You've had it...you wretch !

I'm so sorry.

I'll sort this out.

You've insulted...

Great work old boy.

That was terrific.

One more hit like that

and they'll explode.

- You emptied your glass on me.

- Me ?

- Don't play innocent.

- Come off it...I'm drunk.

Anyhow, spare Duval and Barote

they're clients.

- What are they into ?

- Pasta.

This is terrible.

Go to work.

You can't walk away

from what you said.

There's no excuse

for those insults.

I expect you to beg forgiveness

from the general's wife.

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