The Eighth Day (Le huitième jour)

In the beginning...

there was nothing.

There was only music.

Mexico...

Beneath your merry sun

Time flies by on swift wings As my happy heart sings

The first day, he made the sun.

It stings the eyes.

And then, he made the earth...

The second day, he made the sea.

It wets your feet.

The wind tickles...

The third day, he made records.

People born in America speak English.

I don't know where I was born. I think it was

in Mongolia.

The fourth day, he made television.

I use Dentofresh daily.

Pour the sauce over the pear after poaching it

in a light cinnamon and lemon syrup.

The fifth day, he made the grass.

When you cut it, it cries.

You have to comfort it, speak kindly to it.

If you touch a tree,

you become a tree.

If you close your eyes,

you become an ant.

The sixth day,

he made men.

They come in all colours.

There's blue.

There's black.

- There's red. - There's white.

There's orange too.

Red.

Green.

Blue.

"Butterflies.

"Blue, white, grey or black

"Swift, mad, light, fluttering and proud

"Butterflies, in flowery flight With their wings form a cloud"

Nathalie

is a woman.

I prefer women

because they don't prickle

when you kiss them.

Later, I'm going to get married

to Nathalie.

Wedding with me?

I can't.

I'm already in love with Johnny Halliday.

That's okay.

You're very, very pretty.

Look, you're beautiful.

Look.

You're beautiful.

Don't go too far!

To have a baby,

a man and a woman look at each other.

They don't know each other. So they get married.

Put a bit more confidence in your look, please.

I'm sorry?

Confidence in what?

In the future.

They do a wedding.

They kiss on the lips like on television and...

a little seed turns up!

If it's a boy, they call him...

Georges.

On Sunday, he rested.

That was

the seventh day.

THE ElGHTH DAY

Please extinguish all cigarettes and fasten your seat-belts.

Remain seated until the plane come to a complete stop.

Bags can be collected at gate B of the terminal.

If you have nothing to declare, please follow

the white arrows. If you have goods

to declare, follow the red arrows.

This concerns you all because everyone sells.

We all sell ourselves some day.

Keep four basic rules.

One: Iook your customer in the eye.

Two: smile.

Three: give an impression of success.

People prefer an achiever to a loser.

And four: be enthusiastic.

Enthusiasm is contagious.

Dad, mom can't bring us on Friday.

You have to fetch us.

It's 7:30. Good morning.

Another sunny day.

Temperatures around 68 to 71

with a high of 77

in the south.

Have the unshakeable conviction you'll win.

Think positive.

Only use positive words.

Eliminate all negative words.

Be proud but don't go smiling in the mirror every morning.

Be proud of yourselves, yourselves and your bank.

Green...

It's 7:30. Rise and shine!

A mild morning and a sunny afternoon.

The warm, dry weather should last until Wednesday.

You're seeing Weston at 11:30 and General at 11:45.

Change it. Keep 30 minutes for Weston, they're important.

Your wife called about...

I know but I'm too busy to fetch them.

Get her to put the kids on the train. I'll pick them up.

Say I'll definitely be there.

Try to resemble your customer.

Observe him.

Adopt his gestures, poses and intonation.

Two similar people hook up more easily

than two dissimilar people.

Your customer will never notice the imitation, I promise.

Similarity goes unnoticed.

Only difference shocks people.

Got a minute, Harry?

The conference is set for the 14th.

The 14th?

Damn, my daughter's birthday.

It's my wife's birthday too.

It can't be helped.

The girls!.

It's Julie.

The girls came home.

How are they?

They're fine...

They don't want to see you.

What?

I don't think you should see them for a while, for their sake.

Let me speak to Alice.

Harry, she doesn't want to.

I'll come over to see them. I'm on my way.

No, we had an agreement. You can't come here.

Mother of mine

The sweetest in creation

in every land or nation

No other gives such love

Mom!

My baby...

My little baby boy.

I want to leave.

I want to go home.

You know you can't do that, Georges dear.

I'm proud of you.

Have a good weekend.

What are you doing?

Mom's coming for me.

Put your case away.

It's French fries for dinner.

Don't like French fries!

Already bumper-to bumper for 5 miles on the E411

and 3 miles on the N8.

There you are!

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

You're not ill? Everyone's waiting.

No, I just needed a minute alone.

I'm not...

Not what?

Not sure.

Sure of what?

I don't know.

I wonder about things.

About what?

About life.

Life...

I did nothing wrong.

It's not my fault.

It's not yours either...

I've always done what's expected of me.

I knuckle down.

You couldn't go without saying why.

You should have told me why.

I don't know why.

Julie!

I swear if I knew what was wrong, I'd tell you but...

I don't know.

It's not your fault, it's me...

I'm scared that...

that my life may be no more than this.

What's "this"?

This.

I need to know

who I am.

Me.

But you're you.

Believe in yourself...

Don't use your system on me, Harry.

It's only a sales system.

You've become your system after all this time.

You've really become it.

Don't touch me!

Don't, please!

It feels like burning!

A cloudy day

with storms in the late afternoon...