The First Day of the Rest of Your Life Page #2

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Didn't you forget anything today?

I don't know. What?

Forget it.

Have a good day.

Dad...

You know, kiddo,

I'm in no position

to nag you about smoking.

But as your father,

I have to say smoking is...

How can I put it?

It's bad.

Thanks, Dad.

I'll remember that.

You should come into class

to talk about the dangers of smoking.

You'd be pretty persuasive.

Is that all you want to say today?

Yes. Why?

No reason.

You'll see that an ox heart

has a strange resemblance to ours.

Put your gloves on, please.

I forgot mine.

Did you and Sacha...

Not until I turn 16, I've decided.

You'll do it with him?

And not your brother's pal?

Eric? No.

Forget it.

He treats me like a kid.

When are you 16?

Today.

Sorry. I forgot.

That's OK.

Everyone else forgot, too.

Happy birthday.

It's the big day?

I don't know.

We've been together two months.

It's hot.

I can't make him wait any longer.

Last weekend,

at his place,

we spent the afternoon making out.

And then...

I don't know why...

I started sucking him off.

Just to try it.

But as soon as

my tongue touched him, bam!

I'm sorry.

You OK?

Down the hall, on the left.

Good evening.

You must be Fleur, right?

When the cat's away,

the mice can play.

You're very quiet.

Are you all right?

You've lost your tongue.

OK, sweetheart?

Pals from college.

Olivia... Marco...

- Daphn...

- I keep forgetting.

My daughter, Fleur,

and her friend Clara.

Want some nuggets?

Come on,

we'll eat in my room.

That's my daughter, Fleur.

It's funny,

your mom being a student.

What in?

Visual arts.

You think it's funny?

I call it pathetic.

The worst is,

she has classes with Raph.

His mom in his class?

I bet he's mad.

Raph? He doesn't care.

He can copy her notes

when he skips a class.

We have to get going, girl.

Sacha's playing with his band.

He told me to stop by.

- You're going?

- Yeah.

You saw his pants?

Lizard skin. So sexy...

Does it hurt the first time?

No idea.

Hey, girls,

don't you have a class now?

Mom, you could knock first.

Clara's mom always knocks.

Clara's mom is wonderful, I know.

She doesn't play at being 20.

Don't get me angry.

What's up?

It's your period?

Yes, it's my period!

Your mother's a woman!

Can't wait for her menopause.

What's that smell?

What's this?

- Mom, please...

- Where's it from?

It's mine.

It's my fault.

Your wonderful mother

lets you smoke drugs, too.

Mom, it's not drugs.

Tell Dad that.

- My joint!

- Confiscated.

Wicked...

The problem is,

the band's no good.

They'll like that.

Wait till I get a record deal.

Sure your folks won't turn up?

Don't worry.

You like The Doors?

Yeah. My dad, too.

No kidding?

Mine only listens to crap.

The pants are a tribute

to the Lizard King?

It's leafy-tailed gecko skin.

The Indians call it taha-fisaka.

That means "demon."

Classy, huh?

Jim Morrison...

He understood life.

That's why he OD'd on LSD.

I often pray at his grave

with the guys.

Can I come?

No.

Visiting Jim's grave is private.

It's introspective.

- What do you do?

- Smoke weed, drink beer...

piss on other graves.

Really introspective.

Hold on. You know

he died on July 3, '71?

I was born on April 3, '72.

Nine months later to the day!

Maybe I'm Jim's reincarnation.

Just a second.

You were born in '72?

Twenty-one in high school?

My brother had done

four years of medicine by 21.

Screw that.

Come to my room.

Hi, it's Sacha.

Leave a message. I'll call you.

Hi, Sacha, it's Fleur.

I wanted to tell you,

I forgot my scarf at your place.

My mother knitted it for me.

If I don't get it back,

she'll kill me.

Can you call me?

No one touches the phone!

I'm expecting a vital call!

Hi, it's Sacha.

Leave a message. I'll call you.

Hi, Sacha.

It's Fleur again.

I don't want to hassle you

about my scarf, but...

Give me a break, OK?

"My mum knitted it."How old are you?

Forget me, OK? Bye.

I'm Richard Gear.

Meet Sandrine Crowfoot.

We run a fan club

devoted to Richard Gere.

And Cindy Crawford.

We're eating.

Where's Raph?

- The food will attract him.

- As usual.

Fleur, my dear,

when will you stop growing?

Certainly not today.

Hands clean?

You may not know this,

but your cellar's

temperature is ideal.

Fifteen degrees.

- Mine was only 13.

- Meaning?

My bottles will age faster here.

If I move to the cellar,

will I age faster, too?

That wouldn't be very feng-shui.

And you'd get bored.

I'd get some peace.

I'll be keeping the key.

- To my cellar?

- It's wiser.

I don't want your sons

guzzling my vintage wines.

This place is mine, too,

in a way.

By my reckoning,

I still own half the house.

You see, kids, Grandpa saved us

from the trailer park.

Hi.

A present for you.

Over there.

I'm not doing laundry now.

There's a Laundromat

on your street.

I know, but it's not the same.

It smells different.

We finished moving Grandpa's cellar.

Didn't you say you'd help?

I got held up.

By the snow.

By the snow? Sure.

I had to do it all on my own.

Enough.

Lafitte-Rothschild '87.

Spoiling your old dad?

- Average.

- There we go.

- I like it.

- What do you know?

It has...

a whiff of primary-school

pencil shavings.

- It interests you?

- Yeah. Why?

You'd teach me?

I'm not a very good teacher.

I tried with your dad,

but, at 18,

he still thought ros

was a blend of red and white.

That's a mean thing to say.

You never tried

to teach me about wine.

You never gave me a chance.

When Mom died, you sold the estate

without asking me to take over.

I wasn't worth passing it on to.

I wasn't worth a thing.

- Not true.

- It's not true?

Dad, I'm your only son.

You don't have

one photo of me at home!

People have photos

of their kids. You don't!

Raph, every Saturday,

go down to your dad's cellar

and pick one of my bottles.

Come to lunch,

and we'll open it.

If you miss a Saturday,

we stop right there. Got that?

Can I have some?

You're too young, dear.

Stop it! Stop saying

I'm too young!

Know how old I am? 16!

Today!

Weird, it's my birthday today.

You piss me off!

I can't think for everyone!

- You can.

- I'm not your secretary!

You all leave the table shouting here?

Open up, Fleur.

Go away.

Leave me alone.

Fleur, please.

There's a party at Eric's.

Want to come?

I asked Dad.

You can stay until midnight.

What's wrong?

No trouble, OK?

We get my scarf and leave.

Don't worry.

This him?

Stop it!

What the hell...

What's up?

You must be Sacha.

I'll cut you in two.

Please...

Listen up.

You made my little sister

shed blood and tears.

From today on,

don't even think of her again,

or you'll think of me, too.

And if you do,

I'll waste you.

Got that?

You big midget.

- Got any Abba?

- No.

- And Ba... Barananama.

- No.

- Got any Eagles?

- Piss off.

Deneb Alpha what?

Deneb Alpha Centauri.

A star 1,600 light years from Earth.

Are you cold?

I don't believe it.

He's picking up Fleur!

Let her live a bit.

Sh*t, Dad's an hour late!

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