Love Songs (Les chansons d'amour) (Les chansons d'amour)

In memory of Aude Monnin Dedicated to Jean-Claude Guiguet

LOVE SONGS

Part One: The Departure

One for Pardonnez-moi, please.

Excuse me, I was just after him.

It's me. I'm seeing a movie.

What are you seeing?

Seriously, what are you seeing?

I'm sick of movies alone.

Julie, I'll be offended if you see that movie.

Do you love me or not?

That's a dumb question.

You're not alone. Is Alice there?

Not at all. No.

Ismael, I just thought of something - you piss me off!

- Caught you napping? - What?

- Is it love or what? - You knock me out, Ismael.

You can read me like an open book.

I'll take back that question!

No, don't say anything, please.

Yes, I'm napping,

undeniably proving I'm in love.

Therefore, you deduce I'm in love with you

and I resort to daydreams to avoid expressing it...

I can't hear you clearly.

Get to work! I want to go home.

- Julie yelled at you? - Shut up!

- You scare me. - Julie annoyed you?

Julie asked questions?

I know! She didn't disagree when you moaned

you were the world's worst fuck?

I'll cut your tongue out. It'll make life easier.

You'll thank me later, sweetie.

You're not even circumcised!

- Why say that? - You're a mini-Jew, in fact.

Kiss my mini-Jew yarmulke and get to work!

Excuse me, have you got a light?

Your barrage of questions

On the wherefore and why

Of my heart's reasons

Simply finds no reply

I can't deny

I have reasons to love you

I don't see why

I should let you know

The reasons why I love you

So the answer's no

Is it your pretty bum

Could it be fear of loneliness

Sheer luck or am I humdrum

Or is it just laziness

I can't deny

So tell me now

I have reasons to love you

I don't see why

I should let you know

The reasons why you love me so

So the answer's no

My angel sweet

Wants me to sing praises at her feet

Gloria

My holy dove

Demands to hear my song of love

Hallelujah

Is it your scent when you're near

The way you curl under the covers

Maybe it's even your sister dear

Your money or even worse

I can't deny

So tell me now

I have reasons to love you

One lost promise Two careless words

Three pairs of panties Left on the floor

Your lips are sour Your smile sweet

Four pubes in the shower I'm under your feet

Your mistakes

My professions

My curses

Your transgressions

And then?

After, you dream of before

Everything fades, it's an open book

Just tell me how we look

When we weigh up all we took

Just tell me how we look

Just tell me how we look

Five minutes flat Not our best

Six pics if that Of a sex or a breast

Seven calls from your mum Every hour today

You should answer some She won't go away

I'd make it better

If I could

Too much hurt

For the good

When you add it all up

Love, you love me how much

Everything fades, it's an open book

Just tell me how we look

When we weigh up all we took

Just tell me how we look

Just tell me how we look

Eight years of love One Thursday

In my school pack Your sole letter that day

Nine, will I make it I can't lie

I know you're mine But can love die

What memories

Do you have of me

Maybe we'd better

Leave it at that

Come on, tell me

We were too noisy?

It's Alice.

I've got my pyjamas.

Perfect Happiness

Voluptuous Pleasures

Politics

I'm not sure we're in the right order.

Excuse me, Ismael.

You agree, Julie?

Lights out?

- Did I take my pill? - You took it.

- Which one is it? - Diane 35. Did I take it?

- It suits you? - Yes...

- The pill makes me depressed. - It does?

You're on it?

I was but I've bought this thing, it's like...

It's like a coil. It replaces the pill, see.

- Why are you on the pill? - It's not the pill!

Whatever. You don't sleep with guys.

I'll check anyway.

- What sex are you into? - Me? What sex?

I'm into non-sex, you know that. That's the sex I'm into.

- Thanks a lot! - You're different.

You're like my sister. It's not really sex...

This is sick.

"Why are people so against egoism? Egoism can be moral."

That's really sick!

You should be guiding me.

We were supposed to sleep, remember.

I really think you're very pretty.

I'm not sure you really thinking that reassures me.

You think you could?

- What? - Tell me you love me a little.

Do you love me?

Are you in love with me?

No, I don't love you.

You don't love me?

Of course I love you!

- Except that l... - Screw you!

That's pathetic.

It's pitiful.

By staying with you, am I supporting something that sickens me?

This soppiness...

You started, with your non-sex.

Non-sex isn't an open door to such idyllic romanticism!

I'm anything but romantic.

You're anything but what you say.

Anything but a boss, a Jew...

Give me a break! I never laid claim to being Jewish.

I can't even locate Tel Aviv on a map of Palestine!

You start with mad joy.

Concentrate.

Tranquillity.

Surprise.

And?

That's not surprise. What is it?

- What is it, Julie? Help us. - No idea.

Amazement!

Sorrow.

Sorrow, far from moderate.

Despondency, Dad.

Yes, despondency.

Fear.

More than fear...

- Dread. - No, watch.

Terror?

Not terror? What then?

It's horror.

Well done, Jasmine.

Despair?

In other words, I take him from joy to despair.

Thanks a lot.

Ismael annoys you a little?

Yeah, he annoys me a lot.

Have you seen Cedric again?

I suppose you could say that.

He's married. He'll never leave her. I know that.

Maybe when his kid changes schools in two years.

Unless the idiot repeats a year.

What's going on, Julie?

We're involved in a dumb scene and Ismael's useless.

So what else is new?

He's forcing me to break up for him.

- You're leaving him? - Not break up with him...

We've started this threesome and...

the third person's taking root.

Who is it?

It's a girl. Alice.

Was that Ismael's idea?

No, it was mine.