War of the Buttons (La Nouvelle Guerre des boutons)

Hey, wait for me! - l have nothing better to do, as you might expect.

l slept badly.

Why?

Because my mom was crying.

You should not have heard it, you snore.

l snore? - Like a tractor.

Dad was snoring. Do you remember?

Yes, l remember.

When will he return from Germany?

When the war ends. - Well, when?

When you stop asking stupid questions!

Did you see? Those Velronian villains.

Devil's spawn, l'll tell you. Hey, you there!

What do you want? - Hey, Aztec...

The boundary of Long verne is Chevillon.

l am sure? Well, so what?

So those are our rabbits you are poaching.

l just wanted to say. - Just look at him.

Do you think that you two retards can stop us?

Say that again! - You fucking limp dicks!

Freaks, limp dicks.

Slap Cocks! Slap Cocks!

Come on, quick!

We will tell Lebrac! You'll see!

Yes, we will tell Lebrac!

Oh, no, not Lebrac! l'm scared!.. Fuck off, limp dicks!

Slap Cocks!

Fuck you! - Freaks!

Get out! - Snot noses!

Slap Cocks!

Does it hurt?

To be honest, yes. 'Slap Cock'.

A worse insult does not exist.

Why? - Don't you know what a 'slap cock' is?

Of course, l know. It's sort of a... 'stupid cow?'

No, a thousand times worse.

This is a declaration of war!

A NEW WAR OF THE BUTTONS

Who is that with Simone?

Miss Simone! Who is that?

My goddaughter. Her name is Violet.

Come on.

She is visiting from the city. - From Clermont, l think.

Violet from Clermont.

This is Violet.

Hi!

Look, another Simone.

She is beautiful. - Not like our girls.

They are a herd of cows.

This girl comes from the city!

Hey, wake up. Has she put a spell on you?

What is that?

Did you fall? - No, the Velronians...

l will tell the story.

We found them in Chevillon. -What? ''Them?''

Yes, they were poaching in our territory. - The bastards!

And they called us Slap Cocks.

Slap Cocks, us? - And you especially.

Come on, children line up.

What do we do?

What do we do?

What do we do with those velronians? - l need...

l need to think about it.

MarshaI, we are ready.

You gave us hope.

The nation will rise

MarshalI, MarshalI we are ready...

Take a seat.

Sir? - Yes, Bacaille?

Why do we sing only on Mondays?

Excesses are harmful to everyone.

With all due respect, but singers you are not.

He thinks he's Tino Rossi.

What did you say Lebrac? - Nothing important.

l thought as much. But since you like to chat so much,

Stand up please, go to the board. - No-no! Are you sure?

l'm still sane. Come on.

That's a laugh!

Monsieur Lebrac...

Tell us about the Loire. l'm listening.

Well, it's an animal... with ears.

Not the dormouse. The river.

The river. Well...

Well...

lt is a stream.

... with water.

Otherwise it would not be a river.

But it is, of course... is a river.

It is not vey far away.

And, not too big.

And, no, of course very far away.

It is not so small. There are many cities along it.

Well, okay.

Cities on the Seine... on the river, as you say...

they are vey different.

Some are big. You can visit them.

Others - are medium-sized...

and still others are small as ours.

There, in those cities fishermen live, who go fishing.

They catch eels, mullet, gobies... Well, sometimes shoes.

Particularly convincing.

Do you know the way? - Oh, yes, sir.

The teacher was nice?

Well, she could be worse.

Does she ask a lot of questions? - Yes.

About the verbs in the present and future tense.

Good day, dear Simone.

Mr. Mayor, how are you? -As it should be.

What a lovely creature. Good day, young lady.

A relative?

My goddaughter. - And what's her name?

Violet. Her parents sent her here, because she has weak lungs.

A better place than here for bad lungs cannot be found.

And where do we come from?

She lived in Rennes.

Has she swallowed her tongue?

Violet is vey shy.

Well, we certainly will not eat her.

Give me the town's paper. That is mandatory.

What else? - l forgot the most important.

My wife needs ten feet of black braid.

You might think she is going to be a widow!

Do you like this one? - You would imagine to see its like in Paris.

Here from London. Appeals to the french people.

Listen to the instructions... - Say it a little louder for the Germans.

Yeah, Hitler was at the door eavesdropping.

To your room, l'm sick!

And do not laugh. - But you're funny.

Be careful, that l can't control what you think.

My eyes have never seen such a coward!

Now you asked for it !

Well, wait, and see, now l get it!

Stop it, Camille. You yourself were once like that. - But l respected his father!

If we do it, after what they said, we are in fact limp dicks.

This collaborationist deserves a lesson!

Hey.. Wait for me!

Why is he here? - We are not a kindergarten.

Stay at home, l said!

But they insulted me too! - This is not a game.

We're going to war. - So l have my slingshot.

Okay. But when trouble comes it's every man for himself.

You're only saying this because l'm small.

If l grew up... If l was big... - Well, what then?

It would be great.

And who made you boss? You weren't elected.

l am the most intelligent and not afraid of anything.

Let's measure dicks.

The one with the biggest is boss. Pants down.

In that case, l have not yet reached the stage to be a commander.

We will feed them gruel. - What did l do?

Quiet, l said!

It's not on purpose. l'm going. - Walk softly.

Quiet!

VELRON

LONG VERNE

Don't blunder. - Who do you think l am?

Hurry up. - l do what l can.

Truck!

Hide!

Faster!

All VELRON-ites Have Hairy Asses

Krauts.

That was close.

l do not believe my eyes! You're back!

It's been so long! We must celebrate! Plum Gin. This.

l make it myself. Do you remember?

It kept me going in Saigon. Protected against all diseases and flies.

To the colonial regiment! Bottoms up, if you are not a wimp!

Go!

We were supposed to stay.

We were not allowed to come back. What do you think?

You're right, you should not think. You should drink.

Come, l must show you something.

Little Gibus! - Hey, little Gibus!

Where is he? - l knew this would be a problem.

But what could l do? He followed me.

l'm really glad, dwarf. These are my souvenirs.

Twelve years in the Legion.

Sidi, Bel Abbes, Casablanca. And then on the ship and...

Saigon, Bien Hoa, Cao Bang...

l was 'Admiral. ' Even this yellow-skinned shorty respected...

And the women... One look at the uniform and they laid right on their backs and spread their legs.

l was somebody.

l fought for France. Eight injuries

but l'm still alive! - Sorry.

To the colonial regiment, by golly! - the colonial regiment, by golly!

Aren't you ashamed to see him drink?

Never too early to start. - Enough already.

Give me your glass.

What are you doing here, slap cock? - What kind of disrespect to the guest is this!

l immediately recognized him. The spirit of the Dwarf. He was killed at Bien Hoa.

He is a Long Vern-ian.

No. He died in my arms.

l told him that we will be together.

And here he is! Here he is!

You have not changed, Dwarf. Still the same size.

And always up for a party. Do you remember?

Hey, we'll chop on their sausages, we will chop them on?

For all the guys from the north and south.

Damn Belgians who shoot themselves in their own legs.