All language subtitles for EPORNER.COM - [LydowGHesNi] Pussy Talk (Higher Render) (360)

I'll listen to these and then this.

Come on, you'd better eat something.

I'm hungry.

Something very strange happened to me
today.

Oh, really?

What?

Oh, nothing really interesting, I guess.

Look ahead.

The English.

That is completely out of question.

The client's already seen the film and
found it absolutely terrible, without

rhythm or effect.

Okay, Danny.

That's positively impossible.

The man has made films for years. You
blew it royally, right?

No, you have no excuse, Charles. You had
a fortune to play with on that film and

you blew it.

Don't call me. I'll call you.

Mrs. Lemieux, here are the first designs
for Vader.

Finally. They took their time coming.

If you'd be interested in comparing the
first...

Excuse me, Danny, I don't normally... To
our success.

Let's hope it's all we expected to be.

The model is completed.

The budget established and approved.

Gentlemen, our future's looking good,
huh?

Hired to build a whole city in a row for
a company just starting.

That's pretty pickings.

Yeah.

What a cunt.

The referee. The penalty was positively
irregular.

Positively irregular.

The man needs some new glasses, I think.
Shall we tell him about how Baskin

clobbered Leskiver? Yeah, he deserved
it. But what do you know about it? You

weren't even there.

But I was in front of my TV, and believe
me, Paul, everything wrong is right

there on the screen.

Hell of it.

That's no way to enjoy a game. You've
got to be there where the action is.

That's the only way you're going to feel
part of it. Well, I want no part of

flying bottles and someone screaming in
my ear, not to mention the banners that

block the view. Oh, but that's all part
of the fun.

Oh, drop it. He'll never understand.

I understand all right, and I understand
one thing you don't.

It's a lot more comfortable to sit on
the couch than the bench. The beer is

colder, the potato chips are crisper,
and you get to see everything in close

-up, not a hundred yards away.

What do you mean?

All of the players were practically on
our left. We were right on top of the

action. The next thing he'd be telling
us is the coach invited him down to

discuss that penalty.

There wasn't anything to discuss. It was
all perfectly according to rules.

I remember a false call once when I was
playing ball in college. Our supporters

in the crowd called such a row that it
got the whole team upset and so mad that

the referee had to... penalized.

What more can I say?

Just I'm very sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry!

Don't I satisfy you anymore?

I've got to get you kicked off like
that?

Eric, come to bed now.

You have a meeting that's very important
tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

It'll be most interesting to see their
attitude tomorrow.

If they give you a hard time, you can
tell them the truth about their wives'

habits. Because they hop to it with any
man that's handy.

You've got an angel in comparison to
them. You've no right to try and drag

into this. Drag them? They begged me to
join in their sordid activities. Guest

of honor in one sense of the word.

Oh, look, forget the old thing.

Come to bed.

Their wives play around?

You're sure?

Eric, don't torture yourself.

What they do doesn't concern us.

Wake up, you lazy son of a bitch.

Do you hear me? I said wake up. I want
to fuck.

You understand?

Fuck! Only this time I want to get
something out of it. I want you to suck

me, kid.

I'm kind of messing up your plans to
sleep, huh? Well, baby, you better get

to it. You both better get used to it.
Because when I get...

Thank you.

An Olympic -sized swimming pool here is
surrounded by a complex consisting of a

drugstore and... Excuse me, Mr.

Eric? Joan, what's the matter?

Eric, it's begun all over again. Hurry
home, Eric, hurry.

No, I'm too busy.

It's impossible, you know that.

No, I'm sorry.

No, they're from home.

I want to talk.

Is something wrong? No, no.

Nothing serious.

You go on. I'll be right with you.

Look,

I can't come for another hour.

Joan, please, just stay calm.

Eric, I can't stand it. It's awful.

Awful. Eric, it's awful.

Awful.

Excuse me.

I have to leave.

You know, Mr. Pookie, his plane leaves
at 5. Fuck Pookie, his plane.

Please excuse me, Mr. Pookie. I don't
know what's wrong with him today.

No dress, huh?

We're not going to the opera, you know.
We're going on Operation Hard -On.

What's the matter? Don't you like my
sense of humor?

No.

There's a telegram for you.

Oh, Mr. Lemieux, Mr. Lemieux, there's a
telegram for you.

Yo Yo Yo

I needed some fresh air. I was
suffocating. That's not true. She's a

liar. We went out to get fucked in the
job of a porno theater. And talk about

good. You should have seen it. I haven't
come like that in so long I'd almost

forgotten what it was like. Especially
that bearded dude. He sure didn't have

any whiskers on his cock. He helped me
front, rear, everywhere.

God, could he fuck?

That wasn't bad either.

You ought to go see it. Maybe it'd give
you some ideas.

You whore.

You filthy...

I never wanted that.

We'll find a way to work it out.

We'll find a solution.

You'll see, together we'll find it.

I heard you.

A sort of house call for observation?

That's right.

She won't know about your being a
psychiatrist.

I'll just explain that this afternoon. I
happen to run into... An old friend

from your school days.

And naturally, you won't say how good a
friend.

Oh, we're surely boring your lovely wife
with all of our old stories.

Absolutely not.

Actually, I'm very interested in Eric's
past.

Oh, you know, any past I might have had
isn't worth talking about.

What do you do for a living, Martine?

Veterinarian.

An unusual job for a woman. Do you
specialize in anything?

Yes, feline.

I adore all kinds of cats, especially
pussycats.

It's getting late.

Thanks for an excellent evening. Our
pleasure.

Apart from being a little nervous, your
wife's very well balanced.

She's quite normal.

Excuse me for asking you to come for
nothing.

And whatever the problem is, you won't
tell me, naturally.

No, but thanks for having come.

But why?

You want to know? I'll tell you, cunt.

Oh, no.

Not in front of her.

Buckle it, fat lips. The four of us are
going to have a blast.

You didn't fool me with your
veterinarian crap.

Let's face it, baby, you just like
pussy.

Want to try and shrink my head, huh?

It's talking.

I don't believe it.

Now we get down to the deep.

Spread your legs.

I said spread.

Derek, I'm Gregory.

Oh, yes, please, Eric.

Shall we let Eric cycle?

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Head
Trigger?

Go to it, Eric.

Take me off.

Have you heard of a similar case,
Doctor?

Oh, no. I truly believe I can affirm
that Joan Lemieux is the very first

to possess the top and bottom.

What does the boss talk about? Tell us
what it said.

No, that's impossible.

Your articles would be censored. Oh,
blank vulgarity. You'd have only blanked

them.

What happened after you first realized
that it was Mrs. Lemieux's boss talking?

Oh, what do you think happened? I left
their apartment immediately.

A bit shocked, I must admit.

Afterwards, I couldn't hear.

You know where White got a hold of him?

At their apartment, I suppose. No, the
janitor said they're not there now. Said

they tripped off right at the crack of
dawn this morning.

Then I wouldn't know.

The renowned psychiatrist, Martin Dodd,
was thus the first to reveal this

extraordinary news.

Only in the interest of science,
obviously.

Upton's man walked on the moon as the
story had been followed so closely or

generated so much interest.

We had been able to interview a few
people who know the owner of the talking

person. What do you think of Mrs.
Lemieux?

Oh, I like her a lot. She's well
-affectionate, you know.

Tragic. Must be awful for a husband.

Work.

Oh, bizarre. That's the only word I
find, bizarre.

Strange. Always a bit strange. But if
it's really true, if it talks, that is.

Well, I mean, you've got to make
concessions these days. The whole world

We have not yet been able to talk to
Joan Lemieux's aunt, Barbara Morgan, who

raised the young woman after the
mysterious circumstances of her parents'

The aunt is a once well -known artist.

Miss Morgan, excuse me for interrupting
you. I'm a reporter, Richard Sadler. May

I come in for a second?

You're looking for my niece.

Come in.

This whole thing's awful.

That poor, poor child.

How annoying for her.

Yes, I'm sure.

Have you any idea where your niece and
her husband could have holed up?

You must surely be joking, Mr... Richard
Sadler.

Do you really think I'm going to add to
her distress by that sort of betrayal?

Me, who raised her into a prim and
proper young lady?

It goes without saying.

Exclusive interviews pay very well,
especially for stories of this

One could suppose that you have
considerable expenses.

That. Models are getting more and more
costly.

It'd remain between us, of course.

You can count on me.

Joanie? Joanie?

Yeah, what is it?

Nothing, my darling.

I only wanted to talk to you.

Well, I'm sleepy tomorrow.

What are you doing?

Just petting my little girl.

I just came to make sure my angel is
comfy.

Not that.

Oh, let me, please.

I warned you, George.

Anne, don't blame me.

It's her fault, Anne.

For months she's done everything she
could to excite me.

And you were too weak to resist a 16
-year -old?

She's been provoking it.

But it can't be my fault. She grew up to
be a whore.

I'm just her stepfather.

Anne, please, think.

Don't do something stupid.

Don't do it.

You know you're the only one I love.

Anne, I love you.

Don't do it.

Anne, no!

She fired, killing Joan's stepfather
instantly, his body falling over the

terrified child.

Then, feeling she could not live without
him, her mother committed suicide.

Could this dreadful memory have anything
to do with the abnormality of Joan

Lemieux? Only she could answer, and we
have as yet been unable to contact the

young woman personally.

She and her husband left the city
early...

Why, Joan?

Why? I can't stand it anymore. What
about me, Joan?

I love you.

You can't go on like this.

It'll become of us. We can't hide
forever.

And besides, there's your city in Iran.

My city?

She's asleep, so we have time to talk,
just the two of us.

Come closer, I said. I don't want to
have to shout.

You got to come talk to me or not.

That's better.

I scare you shitless, don't I?

Oh, now maybe.

Not before.

Come on, tell it to somebody else. Men
are always afraid.

And, sweetie, you're no exception.

Just now I want to tell you about our
childhood.

No, no.

I don't want to hear about it.

Shh, don't wake her up.

Come closer, so you can hear better.

Closer.

You know, this house brings back all
kinds of memories.

It was here that Joanie's curiosity was
first awakened.

She got a crush on this kid.

God, was he good -looking.

And appropriately named.

Digger!

What?

Me too.

You better shower. You're all sweaty.

Where are my clothes?

You're cold.

There, you're hotter.

Oh, burning.

Oh, God.

I gotta go.

Look, I'm sorry.

You're soon.

Well, I'll call you tomorrow.

Are you going to put away that bottle?

You won't be in any shape to take a
decent picture.

Don't worry about me, huh? I've
photographed nothing but cunts all my

life.

That may be, but this one's a bit
unusual. It uses its lips to talk.

Does it lisp?

You make she sound happy with me.

And it's for that that you've
intervened.

And by what right?

Oh, look, sweetie, don't get uptight.
After all, I knew her before you did.

I even knew her before Big Dick did.

Oh, God, does Big Dick bring back
memories.

Who's that?

Who's Big Dick?

One of the teachers where she went to
school.

All the girls called him that. A
nickname they gave him for obvious

And so?

So Joanie wanted to check it out.

I told you she was an inquisitive job.

She was kept after school with another
girl.

Oh, Big Dick.

What did you do, Sophie?

I made a toy in the Big Dick's dick.

Miss Morgan, if you please.

The teacher found a poem I wrote about
his teeth.

When I feel your eyes upon my breath,
what's in your pants becomes of interest

while we... Your comportment is most
undignified, young ladies. And I remind

you, we are not here for amusement.

The Mother Superior will have to be
informed if this is not stopped

Oh, come on, calm down, you big dick. We
just simply want to measure it.

Sophie says it's 11 inches, but I think
it's more in the neighborhood of 12, at

least.

Now, for that, you'll be expelled.

Oh, look. Now, come on, be sweet.

What better pair of rubber gloves?

You two are going to be reported right
now and disciplined.

You'd better think twice about that,
Dick and Do.

We just say you made the offer.

Or maybe even ask us to touch it.

You'd get me fired.

Oh, yes.

And so, you aren't fired.

No, no, look, young ladies.

Really.

Oh.

No,

no.

I just wanted to say you're a big dick.

You deserve a reward for that. I know
why.

So you won't think she was all bad. I'll
tell you about her religious

principles. That ought to reassure you
on your wife's place.

I like how the young girl still needs
love to go to confession.

More now.

Don't be afraid.

Go on, child.

In view of your youth, you could have
committed only venial sins, my child.

And you can tell your priest anything.

What did you want to confess?

I don't have pants on.

Do you?

You don't like them either, eh?

I'm feeling the cold wood on my bare
ass, you know.

I get terribly horny.

No, Heavenly Father, forgive her.

She meant to use another word.

She meant that she wants to fuck. Oh,
Lord Jesus.

No, not him, stupid.

My child, listen to me. You must take up
the path of righteousness and chase the

evil thoughts from your mind.

You're supposed to be of help to your
parishioners in time of need, and

one in front of you who's very needy.
Oh, Michael.

Chase out the demon who has invaded your
holy tabernacle. Oh, cherished father,

forgive her.

Oh, dear God, protect me. Come to my
rescue. Help me to find the strength to

resist temptation.

Send this angel, I mean, send your angel
of mercy to fortify and support me.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Not by Joni.

Think I'll believe your lies?

But why?

Why? So that she can start doing it
again.

Misunderstood the question.

Eric,

what's happening?

Run, Joan. Get away.

Every time I'm inspired, that fucking
doorbell rings.

How can I ever get any work done?

Help me. Help me, Barbara.

Of course, my dear.

Your Aunt Barbara's always here to help
you out.

Don't stop.

Hello?

Go on, I said, don't stop.

No, somebody else.

Wonderful.

It figures that she'd come then.

You know it right away.

Yeah. If you're sure you're able to keep
her there.

The same amount as you got before.

Right, I'm on my way.

Hello?

Joanie?

Oh, fuck off. Leave us alone.

I've got nothing to say.

I'd like you to meet Mr. Sadler, my
dear.

He's one of my best friends.

Aunt Barbara always chooses the men who
please me as well.

The pills you gave her, how long can I
count on them?

Two or three hours.

Are we going to listen to music, Mr.
Sadler?

Yes.

Fine, I'll leave you two alone.

You'll be nice to our friend, won't you,
my dear?

I'm always nice, Aunt Barbara.

What are you doing?

Don't you worry about a thing.

Well, tell me.

You didn't answer me.

A little adjustment.

Move your thing closer.

Move it in closer, you hear me? Move it
in closer, goddammit. What are you

afraid of? I don't bite, you know.

That's very cold.

But it's very good.

Factor.

Factor.

Go on. Go on. I like it.

Now get with it.

Go on. Talk.

Oh, go on and talk to the nice man. It's
all right.

Come on, talk.

Go on. Ask me politely.

All right, will you talk, please?

I haven't heard micro -mouth ask.

Can't get your tongue, Mike?

Please talk, will you please?

That's better.

Well, you see, the first time I spoke
up, you should have seen their faces.

Oh, yes, I remember so well.

Who's telling this story?

Oh, excuse me, I'll be quiet.

Hey, Mike, stuff it in all the way, huh?
I don't want loudmouth to hear.

Eric, I love you. I hate you. We hate
you.

Listen to me, darling, please.

Just to me.

No, you listen to me. Maybe she's not
even aware of it, but I'll tell you the

truth. You disgust her. She hates your
guts.

Hates your guts.

Take your hand away!

Ah, that's better. Play with the
titties.

They're not as fussy as I am.

Now what are the two of you plotting?

You've got a conspiracy going.

But I know our nightmare's over.

I love you, Joe.

I'm so sleepy.

Love you, Simpsley.

She'd have literally chewed our head
off. I didn't really want to strangle

but it was the only solution I could see
to what you'd call a prickly problem.