All language subtitles for Parfait amour!, Perfect Love (1996)

You first stated:

you slammed her onto the table
on her stomach.

Where was she on the table?

- She was there.
- Where?

Madam, please get into position.
Move over.

Move for a moment.

Lean forward.
On your stomach.

So you sodomized her
with a broom handle.

Could you show us what you did?

For real?

Of course not.
Just show us.

Pass him the stamp.
Use it as the knife.

I held it--

- Where was it?
- In my right hand.

Then hold it in your right hand.

Didn't you drop it
to pick up the knife?

She turned around.

She laughed.
I told her to stop.

She couldn't--

That's enough.

My mom, in everyday life,
professionally...

in her relationships
with people, was rather cold.

She was very dynamic, got around
a lot but gave little.

She was secretive
and acted authoritarian.

That frightened people at first.

They had trouble
confiding in her.

As her daughter, I expected
things she couldn't give me.

The image she projected
made me feel sorry for her.

I didn't like her
or her lifestyle...

or the people she saw and dated.

I liked Louis. I liked it
when they were together.

It hurt me when they broke up.

I started to lose
all respect for her.

When I found out
she was dating...

a guy younger than her...

it shocked me,
she disappointed me.

After all, she was my mom.

I was used to seeing her
at home with Louis.

At first, I disapproved.

Then I understood
and grew more tolerant.

My boyfriend...

is around 40...

so what could I say?

I realized that.

All right.

You have the retina
of a young girl.

The eye's in fine shape.

I'm all done.

You need a simple operation.

You'll get a brand-new lens.

Watch your hands.

- Will it take long?
- Not at all.

So it's serious?
I need an operation?

Yes, but it's a minor operation.

You'll spend a day
in the hospital.

My poor pussycat
will be all alone.

- There's no one to feed it?
- No one.

Just feed it in the morning.

That might be OK.

Make a date with my secretary.
See you next week.

As the victim's daughter...

I hate him, I'm resentful.

I could tell him...

he destroyed my life...

but that's not how I feel.

I'd wish him luck,
because I mostly feel pity.

I'm not sore at him.

He's the real victim.

He gave Mom so much.

She was almost his thing.

She was totally devoted to him.
That's how I saw it.

She'd never been
that way before.

That must be why.

With him she experienced...

what she'd always wanted.

Affairs like that are endless.

Christophe?

You've really changed!

Want some?

The first time they really met
was at Henry's wedding.

That's when
their affair started.

Remember?

- To you, Fred!
- To us!

To Vincent, to us, to all this!

You happy?

That's nice.

Getting married is a nice idea.

Want to go out into the garden?

Why?

These society dos
are a real drag.

This is a magical spot.

I came here a lot as a kid.

I remember that.

I didn't know the older kids.

Louis never spoke to me.

Neither did you.

You were one of the kiddies.

First thing I noticed
when I saw you:

you've aged...

in the corners of your eyes.

I've already loved
a woman your age.

She'd be your age now.
I was sixteen.

It didn't work out?
You left her?

It lasted two years.
We'd meet from 6 to 8 P.M.

She was a pharmacist.

She left me.

She didn't trust me.

She got pregnant and ran scared.

Wouldn't have an abortion
and leave her husband.

She felt I was too young
to live with her.

She'd be a bit older
than you now.

But she regrets it.

We've been waiting
an hour for you!

Hurry, we're going to a disco.

Coming!

Want to come?

Not my style.

Got a phone number?

28...

29...16...12.

Frederique.

We dining tomorrow?

Sure thing.

What's your number again?

28.29.16.12.

I'll call you.

Notice? I asked
for your number twice.

So what?

Just checking you didn't
give me a phony one.

It's a trick.

So it's a trick.

Mom, I won't be home for dinner.

Should I wait for you?

No. Vincent's not
three years old anymore.

Thanks. I'm not a moron.

I may be home late,
but I'll be here.

Go watch your game.

I'm g oin g

My kid brother's buddy...
really!

It's not incest.

No, it's cradle-robbing.

Are we off?

Let's take my car.
I'll look silly on that thing.

You'll look great!

At fifteen, I left home.
I was fed up.

I made my first trip.

I rented a moped, bought a map,
and toured Ireland.

All by myself.

Slept in barns, houses.

It was a kind of initiation.

My second trip was to New York.
I worked as a docker.

After high school.

Then I took a trainee's job
with a drug firm.

I stayed there a year.

They loved me,
didn't want to see me leave.

But I wanted to work for myself.

I started my firm
with $10,000 in capital.

Now I have fifty people
working for me.

Don't get ideas.
I'm no billionaire.

The third trip's
the most important.

I've always known
how my life would end.

You really have to go home?

Vincent's too young.

It's a strict rule:

I do as I like,
but I'm there in the morning.

I'd love to see him.

You did at the wedding.

No, all I looked at was you.

He resembles me...

my spitting image.

All my kids look like me.

Kids?

One per husband.
That makes two.

The other is older.

After all, I've already lived
a full life.

You're at it again.

You know where it will lead you?

That woman's nearly my age!

- No comparison.
- Truth hurts?

- Shut up!

Don't tell your mother
to shut up!

Yeah! My private life
is none of your business.

It is! She's not fit to bear
my grandchildren--

You're raving!

You won't see them.

You don't love your own kids.

I spent my life wiping your ass.

I should have left you
to your father.

Your father!

You never blame him
for anything.

Yet what's he done for you?

What has he done? Nothing!

A dirty commie! A sex fiend!

He wanted me to take part
in orgies with him.

He wasn't in the least jealous!

You wouldn't have known
who your father was.

You want the whole truth?
OK, I'll tell you.

Every time I had a child...

it was because he raped me.

I didn't want any more kids!

That's for sure!

Especially for you,
the youngest.

You could have divorced him!

Not with two kids on my hands.

You had no guts.
You're hopeless.

I don't need a lecture from you!

You're nuts. You'll go back
to the crazy house!

You're the one they'll lock up.

What kid likes to see his mom
commit suicide once a month?

Or try to cheer her up
in an intensive care unit?

Isn't that enough
to drive kids nuts?

I only got over it
because I despise you.

I'll grow old alone, I know.

No, you won't.
You're just a mediocrity.

I don't hold it against you.
It's a common case.

But you're my mother.

You bug me,
but ll won't ditch you.

I'll put you
in a comfy old folks' home.

I'll visit you
four or five times a year.

You'll have no worries.

You'll kill me,
like your father!

I like your freedom.

I wish I'd known you sooner.

We're totally crazy, no?

No, we're not.

My mom was always
committing suicide.

I saw her in the hospital.

When she divorced my dad,
she took all he had.

Now from 7 P.M.,
she pads around...

in slippers and a robe.

You know, those awful things
made of shaggy wool?

Yes, I know.

As a kid, I'd swipe my mother's.
I thought it was pretty.

Want some?

I quit drinking that ages ago.

I prefer water.

But I don't mind a sip.

I love you.

I knew at once
you were my great love.

I didn't dream
you'd care for me.

I can.

I thought it might be
a passing fancy.

Me, too.

But when I couldn't sleep...

because I was so happy,
I understood.

As a kid, I was smart in math.

I always wish I'd done
pure mathematics.

People always say math is cold.

But it's a totally
poetic language.

A language: you can talk to it,
it talks to you.

Then I went to med school.
It's different...

more meticulous, more exact,
a bit like sewing.

It's easy to be young.

Later on, your face shows
what's inside you.

People try to smash you,
make you the same as them.

I wanted to be an actress.

Mom called it stage-walking.

She said I'd end my life
with a black man.

She was a racist,
so that was the supreme insult.

As a girl, I already looked
like a woman.

Mom always called me a whore.

I was ashamed to be like that.
It disgusted me.

That's why I love you.

Your mom put you through hell.

I saw that in your face.

I was always scared
of being a whore.

At the same time,
1 think I'd have liked it.

Even if I'm passive and let
people do anything to me...

at some point the other person
ceases to exist.

And your husband?

The first one?

I was married at sixteen.

He was a complete faggot.

I didn't realize at first...

since I hated guys
who grabbed me.

And ll don't like them
too sentimental.

Despite what they say,
they're just out for sex.

He was aloof.

Yet we went out every night.
We were inseparable.

We finally even slept together.

You won't believe this:

I slept a whole year with him,
and he never touched me.

I thought I was going crazy.

I discovered what it meant
to lust for a man...

to lust for his cock...

to long for obscenity.

I went out at night.

I'd have put out
for any truckdriver.

Teenage fantasies.

One night I came home at dawn.

He threw me on the bed,
and we did it.

From then on,
it was always great...

better than with guys
who like women.

Then Emmanuelle was born.

Despite what people say,
a child separates a couple.

True love affairs
are immature.

You can walk out anytime,
slam the door.

Forget about baby-sitters
and bottles...

grub in the refrigerator.

We stayed together two years.

In fact, we hated each other.

I call that
the Virginia Woolf syndrome.

You stay with someone
because you hate the idea...

that he can live without you,
be happy without you.

He has to die.

You're not in love...

you're chained together.

One day we were
quarreling, as usual.

He broke a big crystal cup
on the mantel.

He wanted to cut my throat.

He said he'd kill me,
my daughter, then himself.

He really meant it.

There comes a time...

when anyone can kill.

1 think that...

if I'd stood up to him,
he'd have killed me.

The next day, I asked
for a divorce.

Then I met Louis...

at a conference.

He was restful.
He made me laugh.

I don't know if I loved him,
but I was never bored.

We were in the same trade.

We had things to do together.

It lasted eight years.

I thought he'd never leave me.

Then he went off with a slut
he dumped after three months.

In a way, I was relieved.

Since Vincent's birth,
I'd felt dead.

Still, a whole section
of my life had collapsed.

And I figured I couldn't have
two children with the same man.

We'll have two kids.

No. I'm too old.

You're not old...

you're ripe.

Ripe women are the loveliest.

How does it feel loving
for the first time?

I say it's unfair.

So he cheated on you
with other men.

It's less awful...

because you go cruising, too.

It became a game.

I nearly always won.

How do you know a guy's gay
if he sleeps with you?

They all sleep with me.

The guys that look at me
are all gay.

Louis wasn't.

Louis wasn't, but anyway...

How can you tell a guy's gay?

It's easy.

They usually like older women.

They live with their mother.

Then I'm gay.

No. You're different.

Feels funny to go away.

I'd rather have taken the bike.

No way!

Sooner or later,
you'll have to trust me.

What should I put on?

I don't know.
I don't listen to music.

People always skip stones
on a lake.

It upsets me.

If we fill them up
with stones...

there'll be
no more lakes someday.

It's like tombstones.

We'll run out of stones.

Look!

The view over the lake.

You'll see it in the morning.

I told you,
it's not great, but...

This reminds me
of my grandmother's apartment.

It's hideous.

As a kid, I had the same pattern
on the walls...

except mine was blue.

Anyway, it beats a Holiday Inn.

You think the place
is totally tacky?

It's our love
that beautifies it.

Besides, they're listening
at the door...

wondering what we're doing.

What are we doing?

What can they listen to?
Nothing.

They must think
I'm committing...

adultery with a kid.

They know I can only bring
the woman I love here.

You crying because
it's too much?

This is the first time
I've regretted my past.

I've gone too far with men.

It's funny.
Up to now, I never gave a damn.

Now all that weighs me down.

I've done things...

acted in ways...

I now regret.

You OK?

Yes, I'm OK.

We'll come home, but late.

And Vincent tomorrow?

It's OK. I'll be there.

I'm in pajamas.
I'm in bed. Damn!

I never said we
wouldn't be home.

I'm sorry. With Christophe,
you can't predict.

You can't stay.
Don't do that to me.

I'm already in bed.

It's not my fault,
but you can't stay.

We're on our way.

I'll be there with him soon.

OK, but it's a drag, you know.

I know, but it's not my fault.

OK. I'll get out right away.

Remake the bed, huh?

$5.00, please.

Want a bag?

This is where ll live.

Am I the first to sleep here?

You'll introduce me
to your kids?

I'm the first?

No. I brought the Austrian,
the Dostoevskian idiot.

What do you mean?

So you've brought lovers here?

But my kids never saw him.

I made him leave very early.

They saw him, or they didn't?

They saw him.

When he arrived,
he left his suitcase here.

You weren't in love with him?

I don't really know
if he was smart or stupid.

You destroy all your men.

You're a praying mantis.

No, I'm not.

I'd so love to be
the weaker one.

Yes. I think I'd love
to be the weaker one.

Do you mean that?

Absolutely.

You won't break me.

Quiet!

Your daughter heard us.

You're nuts.
Nothing wakes her up.

I didn't scream.

Yes, you did.

With you, I don't scream.

Got any Coke?

No, just Vincent's
peppermint soda.

Never mind.

As a kid, I caught
my parents screwing.

Dad was always horny.

And?

That's all.

It was pretty happy.

For my 18th birthday...

Dad invited me to dinner.

I was proud.

He came with a girlfriend.
She was barely older than I was.

Typical of him.

Couldn't spend one day a year
alone with me.

Then he took me
to a sort of orgy.

I was obviously
part of the show.

Probably because I was 18.

Your dad wanted
to gangbang with you?

Probably.

I played dumb.

How old is Emmanuelle?

I was 16 when I had her.

Tell me her age.
I'll see her tomorrow.

I know.

She's not 18, is she?

Listen. You say there's
no difference between us.

It's not true.
I'm older than you.

That doesn't count.
Age means nothing.

It's an injustice between us.

You look incredibly young.

You haven't a wrinkle.

It is unjust.

I think of myself as 14.

For some things,
I'm 14 years old.

It's better than being
disillusioned.

Still, at my age,
it's kind of ridiculous.

Know what I think of myself as?

A baby who wants to cry.

Emmanuelle! Vincent!

He didn't sleep a wink.

He was terrified.

You screamed like you
were being killed!

And you did nothing about it?

Couldn't you take him
into your bed?

You knew what was going on!
You're no innocent!

You're just a little bitch.

Ducky, let's have breakfast.

What's your boyfriend like?

Want to see him?

You'll see plenty of him.
Come with me.

Mom, are you going
to have a baby?

Certainly not. I'm too old.

Put your jacket on.

Close it up.

Got your school bag?
Get a move on.

Damn. I forgot my crayons.

It's 8:20 A_IVI.
You'll be late. I won't.

Hurry up now!

This is my daughter, Emmanuelle.

It is a bit of a shock.

I love your mother.

The age difference
is irrelevant.

In fact, I'm almost
more mature than her.

I'm not shocked.

You know me. I get there...

the first few days,
I'm not tanned...

so I go out at dusk...

with a book, pretending
I don't care about chicks.

A mystery man...

as always.

A few chicks were hot for me--

dumb broads who always
go for eggheads.

The third day...

I moved in smoothly
and hit the jackpot.

And lost your voice.

This one chick did a job
on my lungs the last day.

You know, I rent a scooter
every year when I get there.

I always do my act of the guy
who forgot his credit card.

I pay a small deposit, then I
ditch the scooter in the woods.

I make the round of renters.

I start at the tip of the island
and work up to the port.

The last day, I ditch it
in the sea and hop the boat.

Nothing to it.

1 was all set to leave.
I'd fucked my brains out.

But that's when
the best stuff shows up.

A Spanish chick, hitchhiking.

I'm about to catch the boat.

Madrid chick,
all in black, real hip.

Freaked under Franco
and flipped for Almodoévar.

Ready for anything.

She hopped on the bike
and hugged me real close.

Real vise.

It gets to me.
What'd I have to lose?

I was leaving anyway.

I put her hand on my dick.

It was fireworks, a real fiesta.

What a movie!

Think of it--
I'm on the scooter at 50 mph...

on that wreck of a scooter,
as dawn is breaking...

on that bumpy Spanish road.

She grabbed my cock,
so I slid back...

pushed her head down,
and got a moving blow job.

It was wild.

A bit painful--her teeth raking
my tool on that bumpy road.

I didn't do it for kicks.
It was beautiful.

I reached the port with come
all over my pants. Gross!

I dumped her, got a weepy smile,
like it was poetry to her.

- You're a real pig.
- Yeah, I know.

A real pig.
I'm through with all that.

I'll marry the woman I love.

- Have a family.
- I'm delighted.

I have an 18-year-old daughter.

Already?

You've been married often?

Shall we split?

From this lovely joint?

Do I pay?

He likes to pay.

You're loaded!

We hit a disco?

- Why not?
- Yes, no? You go to bed early?

I've got two broads lined up.

Etiquette's not my thing.
Sit down.

Care for a blast?

A blast...

Why not a bottle?
That one's empty.

We can't just watch them drink.

- Two bottles?
- Just one for now.

- Can I have one of your smokes?
- Sure.

Hold still.
I'll light your fire.

It's rare to see
two cute girls together.

Usually, one's a dog
to make the other look good.

Nicely put, Philippe.

I'm almost embarrassed
to be alone with you two.

Don't you have problems
when you both date one guy?

No, because it rarely happens.

- Meeting you was an accident.
- You got a sharp tongue.

- What do you do in life?
- Isell shoes.

- Men's, women's?
- Both.

Good. I'm looking
for the perfect fit.

It's beautiful.

I like to see you
with Philippe's girlfriends.

You're my true love.

Those two kids
were stacked, but...

no match for you.

Don't want your pasta?

I'm not hungry.

Go to bed right now,
or I'll smack you!

Hurry up!

Go on!

You're rough on him.

I'm his stepfather.
We've had a relationship.

Maybe he wants to charm me.
That's OK.

He looks at me as his dad
because his own is a cop-out.

Louis is a wimp,
but he loves his kid.

Being here isn't what counts.
It's listening to them.

You hardly talk to him.

Who's to blame?

Think I like seeing him cry?

Mom loves to shatter her kids.
It's second nature to her.

- That'll do.
- Come off it!

You always try
to humiliate me...

like the day
at the police station.

You were only eight.

The age Vincent is now.
I remember it clearly.

When I was ten,
Mom called me the class dunce.

She made me skip a year,
then I'd get put back.

You see?

Why didn't you
bring this up years ago?

You hate being reminded
how you act.

Well, thanks a lot.

Listen...

You can tell me to butt out,
say I'm as bad as your mom...

but I have responsibilities now.

Benoit's bad for you.

At his age,
he should be settled.

How can your mom
let him come here?

She's easygoing.

- Too much so.
- It's not your business.

Maybe.

No daughters for me.

I'd be jealous of the first punk
she has it off with.

I'd slug him.

Yeah, all parents are old farts.

Her inner maturity matched
my naive and youthful side.

Was it during the school year?

You're blind with Emmanuelle.

You're crazy.

Friends of my age
told me I was crazy.

You read stories like that
in novels...

and they always end badly.

I'm not worried about taboos,
though it was tough in class.

Am ll interrupting?

- You like that?
- Yes, a lot.

You listen to it, too?

Yes, long ago.
I thought no one did anymore.

It's great.
Got anything else?

I like classical, too.
Do you know--

Want some scotch?

Just a taste.

It's weird.

I know more modern stuff.

Do you know a singer
named Bjork?

Know it? It's more...

- It's new, and it's fun.
- You know Depeche Mode?

Yes, but I don't listen to them
much. My friends do.

In rock music, I like this...

It's called grunge. It's cool.
Pearl Jam.

Really neat. Lots of influences.

I like to draw,
but in the privacy of my room.

Two gin and tonics.

I'm cleaned out.
You'll have to pay.

No problem.

I said from the start...

I'm a wolf.
Don't try to tame me.

Being together has to be a plus,
not a minus.

I don't understand.

You don't?

Once a week, I used to
see a girl who's real fun.

Valerie...

Now I don't dare. You'd flip
if I see Philippe, too.

If ll meet him for dinner
one night, you freak out.

You think we're picking up
chicks. So what?

Even if we do,
it's just for kicks.

You're my true love.

I don't want you
picking up chicks.

I don't!
I've never cheated on you...

but you think I do
when I dine with Philippe.

I used to see him four nights
a week, and three nights alone.

I feel I'm rejecting my life.

I don't see anyone either,
and I don't want to.

I wonder--who should I see
tonight? I always pick you.

What do you see in me?

Shut up.
There's a student of mine here.

A student? You conformist!

Afraid of what
people think of you.

I don't, but...

if you're my true love,
don't ask what I see in you.

If you try to harness me,
we'll break up.

I'm not harnessing you.

It's amazing. I'm clairvoyant!

Hey, Chris!

What a surprise.
Nice to see you.

What are you up to?

Valerie...Benedicte...

Frederique...my lady.

Odd, we just talked about you.

- I don't believe it.
- Then don't.

You paying? Let's split.

You killed me there...

after what we talked about.

Even at their age,
I'd have to call them sluts.

Why should that change?

You're called Chris now?

Among pals.

Pals! Boyfriends, girlfriends.

Crappy words.

Where are you going?

I got to take a piss.

Sure, asshole.

Do you have to call
every girl you see a slut?

Look at you!

You wet yourself.

I'm crocked.
Don't know what I did.

Who paid for the drinks?

1 did, who else?

Hey, I had dough.

You think I didn't know?

I sprained something.

Never mind.
Costs nothing to fix.

You're better already, natch.

Don't hurry.

What'd you say?

Nothing. I'm sleepy.

What's the damn scaffolding for?

They're fixing the drainpipes,
maybe.

The drainpipes?

I'll go play cat instead of dog.
How about ll go up on the roof?

Go ahead. Great idea!

What if I fall
six stories and die?

You probably will.

What will the neighbors say
if I climb out your window nude?

I don't care. Neighbors
only talk behind your back.

Fuck that!

Can't make it.
I nearly fell off.

It's nice sometimes
just to get it off.

But it wasn't meant for me.

You mean I'm uptight,
or are you a prude?

I just wish we were making love.

I didn't think I wanted to.
It came on me suddenly.

Christophe, we fucked.

We fucked! You're passé.

Fucking you doesn't mean I don't
love you. It's a step forward.

We'll fuck again and make love
thousands of times.

Life is long.

We have to find our...

- Cruising speed.
- Our cruising speed.

You're right.

Want something?

A rum.

Two rums.

Three.

Same for me.

Working hard? Not too bored?

I am. It's a drag.

All day long, these rich bitches
sail into the store--

they've nothing else to do--

try everything and buy nothing.

A nightmare.

Quit the urban chitchat.
It's midnight.

Don't interfere.

That's what I'd do.

I'd never hustle a chick
in front of my wife...

or put on airs
to swipe a buddy's girl.

I'll take Wanda home.

Can't just ditch her.
I'll be back.

He's being a shit.

I hate it when he's like that.

1 don't think
he loves me anymore.

He does. When he's with me,
all he talks about is you.

Even when he hustles a chick,
he's talking about you.

No, I think...

I think I bore him.

He stays with me because...

he likes it, but he's bored.

As if I were...

his alibi, his property.

Christophe doesn't like women.

That's why your affair
bugged me at first.

He tells me
you're his true love.

I know him: in six months,
a year, you'll separate.

Does he sleep with guys?

Has he slept with you?

We don't need that.

We know where we're at.
I see him because he pays.

When he's with me,
he thinks he's like me.

Even when he knows
he can't keep up...

he kids himself,
says that he pays...

so he's screwing me.

I'm not too finicky
about that.

Have you slept
with him or not?

No. I'm no faggot.

Anyway, when you're with a chick
and she bores you...

they say you're gay.

If you're always with chicks,
they say you're gay.

You can't win.

You have to put that
to rest for good.

I don't know if I'm right,
but in a way...

somehow I feel more...

I know where I stand with Wanda.

Whereas you guys...

The fact is they left together.

I doubt that he even knows why.

I bet he went with her
so he'd miss you.

That's his style.

I'm sure you're the same.

You try to castrate him,
but at the same time...

you call him a faggot.

I don't castrate him.

You do. Even from behind,
you bug him.

I watch you.
You drive him to it.

He left with Wanda
because of you.

You pushed him.

I don't care. He enjoys
taking her on his bike.

His bike's the excitement,
but ll get to fuck her.

I'm the one
who screws Christophe.

So you're wrong to think
I'm against you.

You're no problem for me.

- You screw him?
- Sure.

How can...

You're really a louse.

Women can't screw a man.
They got no tool.

Look at you,
a walking reproach.

I fucked her because
ll took her home for a chat?

See how Philippe behaves?

Two of a kind.

- What?
- Nothing.

Think about others.

What if I'd left her
in the street...

and tomorrow we hear
she killed herself?

Right. Be saintly
with everybody...

except me.

You're improving.

We were on one wheel
for six feet.

I shut my eyes
and hang on to you tight...

so I'll be there when you crash.

I don't get it.

Can't you see when it would be
more graceful to stop?

Philippe's a buddy.

Sometimes I want to
see him alone.

He wasn't alone.

The girls he's with don't count.

Faggot. Take your crap back.

What for? You'll need it.

No way. I won't be your hostage
on that stinking bike.

You nuts? I don't need you.

The less I see you, the better.

With you it's all or nothing.

If I'm not always with you,
I'm out like a dog.

Come on.

Don't insist.

I want to breathe.
Let me breathe.

Then I can be nicer to you.

Go ahead, breathe.
Blow off!

Who do you think
you are, you slob?

A cat, a wolf?

You're just a little queen!

Faggot! Go get reamed
by your Philippe!

You say I'm a faggot,
but I like girls.

And girls happen to like me.

Go dip your wick
where you like, creep...

your silly little wick!
Shove it!

Try to hold the muscle.

Insert the chip.

Hold the lower lid, please...

so I can see.

That's good.

Now the fusion, open wide.

Give me...

the tube.

There...

Go ahead.

Fine.

You all right?

Don't move too much.
It's going well.

Now give me...

I'll say when it's over.

Lots of stitches.

What are you doing here?
This is where I work.

You've no business here,
SO scram.

You won't pick up
your phone.

Either you're never home,
or you sneak in and out.

I even asked Louis
where you were.

I know.

So, OK, I screwed up.
Enough already.

I'm ready to be forgiven.

There's only slavery for me
in our relationship.

Tell me you don't love me.

You're the dealer.

I'm an addict trying to kick it.

But ll get hooked again.

You're not hooked to the phone.

It was tough on me, too.

You make my life impossible.

Life with you is impossible.
Without you, it's worse.

Nicely put, eh?

I'll tell your son
so he understands.

You like it?

Sure.

I was pregnant.

I had an abortion.

That's not true.

No, it's not true.

If you had,
I'd ditch you for good.

Ask for the check?

A coffee and a brandy.

Two.

I can't pay. My bank
balance is too low.

That's handy.

So you couldn't dine
with Philippe?

I've paid more often
than you have.

That's what I find hateful.
With me you always tally things.

I cost you.

Never with Philippe.

It even suits you.

When you're broke, you suffer
if you can't pay for him.

And he despises you,
calls you a pretty boy.

I'm above that.

He's unhappy.

He feels guilty insulting me.

Drop the nice-guy act.
It bugs me.

I hate you like that.

In fact, love and money
are linked.

You pay.

What?

You pay for the pal you love.

You never say,
"I'm too broke to pay."

I don't live with him.

You don't live with me.

Either I'm at your place
or at home.

I'm dumb. You drag me around
like a kid of 18.

So you say.

Let me be free.

- To do what?
- Nothing.

If you trusted me, you'd know
I won't cheat on you.

My whole sex life
is with you.

What sex life?

Even when you're horny,
you won't sleep with me.

- I don't like sex.
- Sure.

When I see you flutter
around some slut...

ll know you'd love
to get it off.

Don't bitch about a flirtation.

That's all it was.
Nothing happened.

I've seen no one
for ten months.

An evening without you?
Forget it.

Our quarrel served a purpose:

I turned on
my answering machine.

Before, lots of girls
called me.

I took it for granted.

But their voices were hopeful...

and forlorn.

"I'm free tonight; are you?
Call me, even at midnight."”

If you want out...

I don't, but you
have me on a leash.

You can't stand it
if I'm out of your sight.

You're sure I'm drinking
and hustling chicks.

That's all you do...

yet you expect me to make
a scene if you go out to work.

I might want to hunt bears
in Alaska.

And I might want to go, or not.

Sure, you can hunt bears,
but not hustle chicks.

Incidentally...

I haven't mentioned
you hustled my daughter.

That's heavy, too.

So?

I was just chatting her up,
figuring...

1 could have...

but I love her mother,
and I'm faithful."”

Sure.

I didn't ball her.

It's tough loving the mother
and wanting the daughter.

You don't want me anymore.

No, but...

if I tell the truth,
you'll be hurt.

Spit it out now.

You won't be offended?

Let's hear it.

I'm sure you'll be sore.

The problem is not just you.

After three times,
even a beauty queen...

is a hunk of stinking meat.

That's what I am in your bed,
a hunk of stinking meat?

You say I'm uptight.

I can hump a girl...

in every Kama Sutra position,
no problem...

but the desire wanes.

With you, too.

I don't want to be
a hunk of meat.

I didn't say that.

You did.

When you and Philippe
discuss women...

you're like dogs pissing
to mark their territory.

He's not like me.

He's a carbon copy!

You have contempt for women.

You despise them.

I feel that every day...

that...

that repulsion.

Go on.
Tell me ll don't repel you.

You don't,
but I can't say you're wrong.

Anyway, you don't like women.

I do.

You bet you don't.

Because I'm no cunt lapper?

Asshole.

You know how I think of you?

As a ticket puncher on a train.

Even the first time...

when you loved me
"more than any other"...

you couldn't get it up.

You kept slipping out.
I didn't dare move.

Why stay with me
if I'm so lousy?

If you love someone,
you don't care how he is in bed!

I've always attracted guys
who really turned me on.

I left one because of that.
I couldn't stand it.

I like sex, but I hate myself.

You act as if I only wanted
to fuck, but ll don't.

I just wanted...

something to happen
between us...

because when a couple can't
touch each other, it's over.

It's over. I'm through.

Watch out.

Someday, I won't run after you.

Every time ll do, I get hell.

At least don't say I go off
and tank up with nerds...

and hang around hookers.

Not hookers, sluts.

I'm a hooker.

So you tell me.

That's good, no?

You not only pay them,
you fuck them, too.

Extra profit.

I don't believe you.

You think I'm crummy.

See how guilty you make me feel?

Do you realize?

You don't love me.

I don't love you?

We're a long-term deal,
and you're being childish.

We're good for 10 years.

It's shrunk.

It used to be forever.

10 years is a long time,
with lots of ups and downs.

I hang on to keep you
from drowning.

No. You keep pushing
my head underwater.

Go on. Say I'm a monster.

1 think so.

So are you, sweetie...

because we're both strong.

In most couples,
one wants to kill the other.

Neither of us does.

It's a struggle of giants.

You land some blows
that really hurt.

No one's ever
torn me up inside like you.

I don't know how I stand it.

You're basically nasty.

Put that down.

Should I do it all, as usual?

If you like.

Sorry.

Come on.

Thought you liked them old.

The doc?

Haven't screwed her in ages.

Bet she's unhappy.

Calls me a faggot.

So why stay with her?

I love her, but she repels me.

Like hell.

I'll tell you something.

Women's biological function
is to get laid.

True vice is not laying them.

They respect guys who have other
things to do besides fuck...

and you don't risk disease.

I give a girl one good fuck...

and after that, it's a memory.

Nothing's lovelier
than a memory.

She good?

You're good, huh?

- Can I try?
- Why not?

I'm getting hard.
I could get hooked again.

You want her?

No. I'm through with that crap.

Whisky?

And I hate rubber.

I'm off.

Stop it. That's disgusting.

You can't even stand up.
You'll break your neck.

That's what she wants,
what they all want.

We care about you.

I'm serious.

I can handle it.

You're sore at me.

I didn't say that.

I know we had
a dinner date, but...

I was afraid to tell you
I wanted to see my friends.

You're right.
It's better you didn't tell me.

That way, I had a great evening.

When I go out,
you assume I'm rushing...

to screw girls.

Were you?

I don't like sex.

You don't believe me,
but I don't like sex.

I can go without it for months.

Christophe, I'm fed up.

I'm sleepy. I want to sack out.

I'm calling to you.

Can't you see I'm drowning?

When we were together,
I kept you from drowning.

Then come.

Isn't that what I wanted
to tell you?

Don't be so self-centered.

If 1 say I'll come,
doesn't that prove my love?

Your guy gets crocked
with his buddies and thinks...

you won't let him live,
but he stills comes to you.

I know.

Why whisper?

If you're with your son,
I won't come.

First, I'll do 200 mph
on the freeway.

I'll leave the door open.

Not scared I'll kill myself?

No.

You'd like that, huh?

That would be fine.

It would solve the problem.

Are you serious?

No.

You've always risked your neck
on that bike.

I know nothing ever happens...

and if it did,
I couldn't care less.

I don't give a damn.

I'm sick of holding you back,
mothering you.

Get your ass in position.
I'm on my way.

You asleep?

You're waiting for me?

I didn't say that.

More reproaches. I've had it.

I'm not made for this life.

See how you are?
Always looking for trouble.

Think so?

The first thing you say
is I'm sulking.

I'm not.

You're not sulking?

1 got on my bike
crocked to the eyes.

My friends tried to stop me...

but when you're on a bike...

when your ass hits that seat,
you sober up.

At 200 mph, mistakes are fatal.

Everyone's asleep in this dump.

I hate to sleep.

I can see you coming. It's nyet.

Even when it's yes, it's nyet.

Saying I have a small dick
and can't get it up...

won't flip me out.

I have no complexes.

Yes, you do.

You saying I'm uptight on sex?

You're uptight.

Your norms say a real couple
fucks every Saturday night.

Statistically,
we score six a year...

and I do all the work.

I feel like a dyke.

Stop and things will go better.

If 1 stop, everything stops.

Men are made to fertilize
as many women as possible.

Don't blame me. It's biology.

You don't like women.

It's not just you.

It's any woman.

Even a 20-year-old
with great tits...

after three days
is a hunk of meat.

Dumb theory. ll don't want to be
a hunk of meat.

You're not listening.

That's not what's between us.

What's between us is love.

I don't care about love.

I want sex.

You mean it?

I like guys who screw me...

because they don't exist...

because when it gets
really hot...

and they say,
"You like that, bitch?

Feel my big cock. You love it?"

you say yes
so that it doesn't stop...

but you're down in a pit.

It's an incredible orgasm...

and at the same time...

I know.

No, you don't.

You don't know me.

You never made me
come like that.

It's tremendous,
yet one is all alone.

It's called dying a little.

No.

"Dying a little"
is a precise term...

for strangling...

like this.

Scared?

You bug me.

You're hurting me,
but no hard-on.

You use me to prove
you're a man.

You're a dirty faggot!

You're scared to death.

I've done it thousands of times.

Guys who really want you
know how to do it.

You can't say "stop."
It's more pleasure than fear.

Real men!

Don't turn over.

Even jerking off,
you don't get hard.

Stop laughing, damn it.