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You guys make me laugh.
What do you think? All you need is my number?
OK, it's 06 12 23 23 41.
You'll call me? Then what?
You say, let's have dinner. Or lunch, so as not to scare me off.
Then what?
You'll have to make your move.
So here we are. Try to be more convincing.
What? You want to fuck me? You want to fuck, right?
Really?
- Yes. - I want to fuck you.
Fuck you.
Excuse me!
Hi.
Buy you a drink?
Sure.
Maybe we could go somewhere else?
There. See that?
Careful, she's a cocktease.
Let's go somewhere else.
Let's go.
06 1 2 23 23...
Shit!
41.
Stop.
Come on.
Let me get my keys.
Wait.
How'd it go?
Just fine.
Got him to sleep OK?
Right away. One story and he was out.
He was pooped.
So am l. Night Chloe.
Call you a cab?
No need. Thanks anyway.
- See you tomorrow. - No, it's Sunday.
See you Monday. Good night.
No, nothing.
Good night.
I was in the toy department.
She starts in, saying, "Even here, you can feel the sexism."
Give me a break. I bust my ass to go buy a toy...
"Look," she says, "look at the girls' toys.
"The dolls, so you'll dream of fairy princesses...
"...and the babies and diapers. To pretend you're a mom, slaving..."
Then she loses it.
We get to household goods.
She starts laying into me about how it's a man's world,
I'm there to get a toy,
she starts up, I never do housework, I stay out late.
And then, she insists on buying him a vacuum cleaner!
A vacuum cleaner. For girls!
He's a boy. Why buy him a girl's toy?
It's hell. She wants to prove we're the same.
We're not. I'm a man, she's a woman. There's a big difference.
You kill me.
Go ahead, laugh.
Where's Fred? He's always late.
He's here. I gave him a room.
I can't believe this guy.
Last night he was with a German girl.
Thanks, Jean-Pierre.
Now it's her.
I know.
- What's she like? - Which?
This one. The 10:40 a.m.
A knockout. Like the German.
- He's got stamina. - Got it made.
- Stop complaining. - I'm not.
- So what? - So I want a German girl too.
Did I tell you?
Zoe, this is Vincent.
Coffee, babe?
Yes, thanks.
May l?
Sorry.
Does it burn?
I'm sorry.
What are you doing?!
Give it up, it's over.
Shit!
It's raining too hard!
Not ready?
You didn't even dress him?
Where are we going?
Out to eat.
OK, and then what?
I don't know, the park.
Yes! The park!
It's pouring out.
Then maybe a movie.
Yes! A movie!
Joseph, stop acting silly.
Get dressed, you'll catch cold.
Yes! Catch cold!
Yeah, and take yukky medicine.
You decide.
Come on, Joseph. Let's get dressed.
Come on.
Antoine, I can't hear.
OK, it's clean already. Go vacuum your room!
Could you fix his lunch?
I'm watching the news. Wait.
Wait for what?
Let me watch the news.
Don't I get to watch?
OK, watch the news.
Don't I have a right to knowledge?
Only men have that right.
- Shut up. - You shut up!
Asshole!
Don't they rest on Sundays?
Want to move again?
Antoine, come here.
Turn that off and come eat.
Quiet, I can't hear!
Enough vacuuming! The maid comes tomorrow!
Leave a message after the beep. Thank you.
Where are you? You there?
I hope you're on your way. You're Iate.
Don't do this. I worked it out with my husband and my kids.
I'm waiting. I want you.
I can 't stand it.
Come quick.
Nice, huh?
Give me the specs, I order it, I drive it a few miles,
and you get it for the demo price.
Did you get in?
It's an airplane.
She'll kill me.
Why bother? Take mine. It's exactly what you want.
She'll say I'm just imitating my friends.
You don't need a new car.
I need a new wife.
I didn't say that.
- Two months. - Too long.
Then get the sedan.
Look. We have plenty of them.
Why get a Roadster? It's a two-seater.
Where do you put the wife and kids?
Wife and kids? Spare me, please.
OK. Get back to me. Bye.
Bye.
I'm starving.
I know her.
I know her but I can't place her.
She isn't half bad.
What'll it be?
- The special. - Me too. Vincent?
The special, please.
Coming up.
One thing is certain, she knows she's fine.
Get up, ask where you know her from.
- She'll think I'm coming on. - So what?
I'll go. Where'd you meet her, in school?
Tell me some teachers' names.
You're nuts.
Hey, you're right! From school.
Give me a teacher's name.
Never fucked her?
- Who fucks anymore? - Not me.
I do! What high school?
You got it made.
- What are you doing tonight? - Going home.
- You? - Home.
I'm going home too. But there's nobody waiting for me.
I'm going to cry.
Heaven.
- Heaven? - Oh yeah.
Know what it's like not to know
with who you'll eat, go to bed?
I know who's in my bed.
Think I like waking up, drinking my coffee all alone?
Or with a broad I want to kill at the sound of her voice?
What do you think?
I don't deserve a wife and kids?
- You're out of your depth. - No, you are!
You're depressing me, Fred.
Yes, darling.
Tonight? Of course I can tonight.
I'd be happy too, babe.
Hang on, one second.
Giovanna!
Leaving tomorrow for ltaly? Yes, yes. Tonight.
I'd love to see you tonight.
Marie?
I was just thinking. How about this afternoon?
Not tonight, this afternoon.
Better for you?
You're my dream woman!
Hang on one second.
Any rooms? I don't feel like going to my place.
Same place as last time. OK?
Motherfucker.
Giovanna's ass... You can't...
I don't want to know.
No. It can't be.
No, wrong number. Sorry.
Too bad. You have a lovely voice.
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