LOL (Laughing Out Loud) Page #2
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- Year:
- 2008
- 103 min
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.. This year..
.. I refuse to be the target again
your childish jokes.
What has he?
It is heard?
Laughter
Ringtone
Goodbye.
(All)
- Goodbye.
Ah, sir...
Yes?
My mother wonders if you give..
.. Of course at home?
In?
In mathematics, sir.
For your mother?
For me.
Ah yes! Oh no...
I do not..
.. This kind of thing.
At home.
Ah... That's okay.
It's a shame. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
He sighs.
Too-cute!
How he blushed
Poor thing!
"I'm sure he gets off you.
- Who?
- The math teacher!
- Yeah, seriously!
It is!
And you, Lola
what do you think? Lola!
Eh?
- The teacher gets off the?
"I know.
Damn, there Arthur!
- F***!
"It is true?
Totally.
There's that b*tch De Peyrefitte.
"It is a post-it!
So!
Where did you cop your shirt?
And where did you cop
you got under your shirt?
T- ace of humor.
You made the sales?
I needed worry.
"She is funny.
It's rare, so witty.
"That is true.
"I put myself in your height.
Can I talk?
Go ahead.
Cool.
"Let me in your place.
"You fags?
"You want what?
"What are you telling me.
"What I tell you?
- Your sexual exploits,
your stories...
Let me go...
- Mehdi, you got a light?
And you got that ass?
You 're boring!
And it's a chic, and more!
Coward-do!
"I hope you got enjoyed, at least?
F*** you!
"You speak as a specialist, and more!
You know what you mean!
What you got, you?
- Class!
- Atmosphere of sh*t.
Arthur is too dumb.
How I did to support
I have nothing to f*** her mouth.
He is jealous.
Mael, the worst.
Fortunately he was there, him.
I love it too.
"Here to stay"
(Kate Stables)
- I can go tonight?
- Well no, not yet.
- Why?
- Not every night. Otherwise I see no
interest to have divorced.
Damn!
Truc de ouf
My father retype my mother.
Or vice versa.
But this is crazy
"We must repeat again.
"France is exposed..."
"For three fronts.
"In my 3 fronts..."
"Mari..."
"... Born!
No matter what! "Pickled"!
Te-making fun of your sister.
It's not cool.
"Three coastlines that are..."
- The North Sea
Mediterranean Sea..
.. And the Pacific Ocean...
Atlantic!
What?
You look at me weird.
"I look at you, that's all.
Brouhaha underground
"Well, I'm here!
Okay?
Yeah.
- We are left high school?
It makes me drunk when Arthur sees us.
"I confess, is not...
At all.
- It was Before the Boards,
after we finished the mix.
- Seriously?
"I'm dead!
"I understand.
Me too, I'm dead!
- Lingerie!
She has full range, this tepu.
Yeah, you've seen?
But I wish I had her ass.
Not with Nutella 1kg per night.
Not-too!
- Type!
- "Not too"!
- You 're sucks!
Mate! Charlotte
Petit Bateau is..
.. Or the Titanic, your pants?
"It's my mother!
- Type!
- Type!
"Stop!
My mother made a grab at H & M.
I can do without a bit.
"That would be cool.
And you, you interested?
The strings-is vulgar.
They laugh.
I!
I!
Damn, Baroness...
Move your ass! Damn!
You know how it goes, though.
Thou hast seen him?
Clavel-!
Paul-Henri
you're in love with the ball?
Ah!
Arthur, watch out!
It is not there?
"He is sick, that guy!
"It's a girl!
- "A" girl or "your" girl?
"It's not a boxing ring!
"It is more" your "problem!
Mael, the chief justice!
"He is sick!
Pathetic!
"It is you!
Shut up a bit!
"Somewhere Only We Know"
Keane
I love, I love...
I love...
I love, I love, I love...
Beep Music
- Lola, I am at the Prefecture,
I was off my logbook...
I'm not Dolto, I have not at any
explain. Enough now.
Damn! This is not true.
Sh*t, sh*t!
Sh*t, here!
"I help you?
"You're cobbler?
- No.
Damage.
Yeah, it's a shame.
Go where you like that?
"I'll take a taxi.
These a**holes cops
took my car.
"You do not go
station like that.
Yeah, but...
"I'll drop you.
"I do not mind.
That's nice.
"Here.
And you?
Don 't need.
Be careful, they are..
.. Really idiots.
Yeah, I know.
A while ago.
- Oops!
Hop it! Forgiveness.
There.
Thanks.
- Nothing. Wait,
it is often jammed.
Voila! Attention.
Ah!
And sorry for insulting
colleagues.
"I have used.
Ah good.
Laughter
And he was cute?
- Yeah. But I will not beat me
a cop. That's all that I lack!
- For one night!
Well done quickly.
No, not my style.
The guy?
The one-night stand.
"I'll tell you...
If I was divorced,
I send the woods!
What, if you were divorced?
Nothing, nothing.
Si, si, si!
I would type a guy
every night, just like you!
Who is "you"?
You,..
.. Guys.
Ah, us!
The large congregation of bastards!
But you can not, darling.
And why?
- All right, kids?
- Okay.
Mom, you know?
Julian has a motorcycle.
And then?
"I was thinking it could..
.. Help me to be late.
- No. No, never.
- You got a motorcycle, you?
- Papa said it was not dangerous.
"I'll take you to see Garches
the guys on their wheelchairs.
Lola, if I see you on a motorbike...
What are you doing here?
"I'm going to show stuff
Julien, on the computer.
"Not cool
I made a table.
OK!
- One comes to dessert.
- You also should
go to Garches.
Oh! Nope...
- Going up to see something.
Dad, can we?
Yes.
- Like that, we're laughing.
- In addition, conversations with old...
Laughter
Although high-my daughter.
Well.
"She is nice. It's nice...
"That's cute.
What makes you great booby of poutous.
- Dad, it is chnouf chnouf...
Mom! Come on, it's going!
Thou hast tired.
You say yes to everything!
The bike?
- Yes to the bike to ride...
- Okay! We eat? A table!
Rock Song
How do you like?
"Not bad. What is it?
"It is a pal.
- I can roll a small albedo?
- Grave! By cons,
I'll go and close the door.
She closes the door.
"She smokes, Lola?
It will not?
"Wait... I want to.
You think!
Did she have to smoke?
Ben I avoid, what.
Laughter
Julien,..
.. He hates drugs.
I'm cushy.
"On the road to Splifftown"
Jean-Philippe Verdin
"I'll do my surf.
"That's cool.
And you, what do you do?
"I do not know, because
retypes mom dad.
"No!
Si. It will perhaps
everything upside down.
And you're happy?
"I believe more in their history.
Vive optimism.
Say, Julien...
I wanted to ask you a favor.
Hmm?
We made love?
Laughter
No, no...
Women
f*** you not like this...
Laughter
You need feelings.
- From "feel" what?
You are not whores!
Why? Thee go, you?
No, but you can not say,
neither whores nor submissive you are,..
.. That men and women
have the same sexuality.
And what would a difference?
Tell me!
I feel that it will interest me.
And me too.
- You, I'm talking more, anyway.
"I've not asked for euthanasia!
- Even if I wanted
and it is not the case, I could not.
Why?
"I respect you too.
Make-sh*t, guys,
with due respect.
The girls!
When we respect you, we're
bastards, and when we respect you,..
.. It makes you sh*t!
It's been 8 years-we know each other.
Exactly, Lola!
Is what I am seeing people
saying:
"You want to sleep with me?"What would you say?
"I'd say yes.
- Well, I say no.
"I have understood.
Do it with your man.
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