All language subtitles for The.Edifying.And.Joyous.Story.Of.Colinot.1973.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]ENGENG

Trousse-chemise was his nickname

Before he knew how to say, say, say

Trousse-chemise was his nickname

Before he can say his name

Very cute, child

Bigger, less funny

Son of his mother and father, father, father

Naughty forlay, very prosperous, father, father

Where from his mother and the priest

But it really doesn’t matter

What matters is that he was born

So that what this counts

What matters is that he was born

For this account to be counted

Let's get to this morning

We lead these goats to

Collino for the first time lives

You have to toil, to earn your bread,

Feed your wife and toddlers.

Soon the cries, the worries, yes, yes,

Replace games and laughs,

As the water rose
of the well, well, well,

He didn't think about that.

And on the damsel, without fear,

He threw, threw, threw away the pupils.

And on the damsel, without fear,

He cast away his eyes and his heart.

I will bathe your tunings.

These are not weddings.

Also, don't confuse them, girl.

Good, father.

Hey, what's he losing?

He's touched, he's touched!

There you are, now you are bathed.

Listen to this big boar.

He is a visitor to the castle.

He has such a pleasant face
than the butt of our mule.

Who is the bride?

Bergamot, I have it there.

Pretty chapel, my cousin.

It is Ile à l’Oued day.

Let's go play on the grass.

Let's go play on the grass,

who will never bring me to life except a zebra.

Who will never bring me to life except a zebra.

They put the box.

Let's go play on the grass.

I will bless your garlic accords,
These are not weddings.

Also, don't confuse him, my son.

It's lark day,
it's lark day.

Let's go play on the grass,
let's play on the grass.

I want you to make the sock, which
is so sweet, so sweet, this celebration.

Pretty little girl, when will you be my baby?

I ran too much.

The body hits me.

How it hits my heart, Colino.

It's true, he hits.

But still not enough for my taste.

I hear music. THE
village must not be far away.

It's time, I'm hungry.

A sudden fatigue takes hold of me.

I'm going to stay here for a while,
under these welcoming shades.

But here we are almost
arrived, Brother Rovichon.

But I assure you, brother
Sylvain, my legs are cut off.

But you are on your horse.

But it is precisely that,
my foundation hurts a lot.

Well, we will wait for you in the village.

The village is good.

I'm sitting, but I have
want to go to the village.

I want to go to the city.

It's true, it's true, it's true.

But I'm tired.

And I don't have time.

Hello, father. Who is speaking here?

If we want to know in your monastery who broke you
the nose, you will say that it is Colinot, very healthy father.

Ah, my eyes are weak, alas, cowardly comer.
I thought you were a grazing sheep.

For a grazing sheep, really?

Hey, it's you who
will graze now.

Where are you ? Here, here I am.

I retraced my steps, I
suddenly fears for you, to my injury.

Heaven, what happened to you?

Alas, I am...

Put the straw back, jambi,
lawn, on pretty Jean.

Returned under the shadow of a
bush, my old Don's thread.

The sky comes in its
companion, he doesn't know anything to say.

In sight, it's called death.

So, Colinot, you succeeded
to place your crossbow?

Returned under the shadow of a
bush, my old Don's thread.

Take care of your little baggage
and leaves Colinot's crossbow.

In sight, it's called
dead, he doesn't know anything to say.

In sight, it's called
dead, the thread of my old Don.

Nice patinet, it's a banknote orchard.

And what does he answer?

It's a money orchard.

Where have you been, behind your...

We can fight, one
orchard or a room.

For me, it was an orchard.

Let's die again,
let's die again,

for you are the dead one to make me live.

And when night fell,

everything had been drunk, many were snoring.

Passing by there, he has rides,

Viralt, three strangers.

I alone, I don't need
of wine to be drunk.

Bergamot, my little clod.

Bergamot, Bergamot, Bergamot.

And when the shadow had lifted,

he had not found her.

There, among all these strangers,

it was while fleeing taking him.

And without wasting a moment for reflection,

Colineau mounted his
horse and bit his heels.

He took the road to find

this half of his
soul that had been taken from him.

Horse dirt.

He peed.

Farewell, Brossoudravin.

Colineau.

Wait for me.

I was seen.

I'm going to find Bergamot
and marry him as I have decided.

Let's stay down on our luck.

He doesn't know another
not. He never ran.

The Bergamot cap.

It's about fleeing there. I was
there to show this path.

There are three of them.

This is the Orléans road.

That's it.

He learned.

There are virgins who will cry

to see the two leave
beautiful packages from the village.

So, I put down my crossbow.

She bothers me when it comes to horses.

It's good.

Do it there, let's combine.

It won't be long.

Come on.

Colineau.

I fell asleep.

Let me go, gargoyle head.

It's good.

A real wildcat.

You are of rotten blood.

Your mouth stinks more than
the elbows of my curls.

It is with such soft luggage and
so small that you think you scare me.

Oh.

Maybe you had it
for you, Gognepin.

No.

Return to watch.

Gognepin,

you have the heart of a damsel.

Eye-catching.

Let her go.

The motel tells me about it.

I am one of these carriers
to endure the cannon.

Speak quickly, my boy. What do you want?

Colineau, my boy, time is running out.

Take this knife away from me.

A knife? Where?

Take that, your horse.

And help me, I'll tell you.

No, that is impossible, companion.

He lodges the exit from this wood.

You will take me there.

I will tell you about Bérigamotte.

He was a shepherdess
sleeping in a verditon.

Uncle, let's say the ditty.

Where uncle doesn't marry me,

the little motelette

makes me quiver around.

I am one of these carriers

to endure the cannon.

I am one of these carriers

to endure the...

This man asked
let me take him to your house.

In three days in Bourges,

a big fair and lots of merchants.

This is where the matchmaker comes down

with your bergamot.

But I don't know for how long.

The matchmaker?

In filthy language,
it means the executioner.

And you, what is your name?

Jacquinot.

Say Gagnepin.

Tell me, Gagnepin,

is it for Bergamot that
did you take that stab?

I rob the big ones

and I dress their women,

but I don't like it
affects poor people.

Where is the sun now?

At the very top.

The matchmaker has left. When
the rays skim the ground,

you can't catch him.

In Bourges, on the square,

you will see the Golden Lion Tavern.

Within three days,

wait for me there until
what Sixtus sounded.

What if...

if when Sixte has rung,

I'm not there,

it's because I won't come.

Just kidding!

It's the dirt that prevents you from seeing!

Stop seeing us!

Stop seeing us!

Stop seeing us!

Just kidding!

We can't laugh all night.

No, we would not go astray.

Let's look for accommodation for the night.

At dawn we will leave again.

There is only one who can do it.

There is only one who can do it.

Here, we let everyone go

and everyone is happy.

It's good here.

Here, we let everyone go

and everyone is happy.

Stop him!

Stop him! He takes me away
on my cauliflower!

You are going to take his mistress to the office,

at Notre-Dame Church.

Without further ado.

Didn't you tell me
to take him to mass?

How did you want to bring it?

As I used to
not to be our mare

when I was at my old friend's house.

He's already going to get on it.

Where are you from, companion?

D'Oreiller, near Chartres.

God bless you, I come from the same country.

Out of fifteen hoteliers in this city,

fourteen are scoundrels.

I have the honor of serving the fifteenth

upright and loyal man.

Do you want to try his hospitality?

If it's cheap.

Ah yes, because our purses are less full

than our pants.

Is this the lace line, my good masters?

Daughter Margaux, you don't
don't taste masonelle.

Do not follow this
asparagus, my good lords.

He is a trickster and his master are two.

These girls, they pretend
selling lace,

but it's quite different
thing they sell

in their rutire-boudin cubicle.

Master, I am bringing you two travelers

who are from my country.

Come in, come in.

Here you will be well served.

Do you have good beds?

Very soft?

The best at his place.

And now the shame,

let us taste your wine.

Ah, there it is!

Ah, the scoundrel! Who are you eating from?

Devil's innkeeper!

Oh, who's screaming here?

It's always the beef
who doesn't want to pay

two cents to drink
your wife's urine.

This is Epernay wine.

The same one you tasted.

Your beef, I think this man is right.

I like your face, Bono, there you are.

Frank or green,

will you refuse to drink with me?

I'm going to get a cup.

No, no, no, leave it.

I serve you.

Let's drink at your inn

and in your image.

Well done, Bono.

I always start by going to flame

and then cut.

I ask each of them

to cut and prepare their
room for teaching.

Light the fire.

Put on your hats
on the pin. Come on, come on.

You hesitate about yourself
sit down, your lordships.

Where shall we sit, twelve ladies?

In an orchard,

under the lash of the Alps.

In an orchard,

under the lash of the Alps.

In an orchard,

under the flowers

drinking water,

we hesitate to sit down.

Allow me to offer you this corner,

my lords, gendarmes.

There is no drinking water,
but there are curtains.

Allow me,

beautiful ladies,

to offer you the best of my wine.

To God,

to God

from the alba tantos tres.

To God,

to God

from the alba tantos tres.

Cooled water,

my sons.

Pull the curtains, activate your fire

and bring your wine.

Piss for our throats

and food for our balls.

So God decided.

So these are the good beds
that he had promised us.

According to my nose, it's probably here

that travelers
come to soothe their stomachs.

The night is short for those who sleep.

Ah!

Do you know what language these people use?

Do you call that talking?

Do you call that a snack?

When the poor people would like to sleep!

Oh my! No noise!

Their lordships are asleep.

May spring have
so a great season!

Oh my train!

Oh my train!

Oh my train!

I'm dying!

All my blood is flowing!

Better a cord of
purse sliced as the blow.

Thank you Lord for saving us.

Vindieule!

Vindieule! Big cheese!

Ah! Good woman!

Don't laugh at love!

The soul does not fly away
through the holes in the ass!

Otherwise we would all be dead!

Thieves took us
robbed in the forest.

Oh ! It would be a pity if they killed you!

Nice marmoset!

They killed him like me!

Hot day, huh?

I live alone here.

My soul lies beneath.

I buried him there. As
I can talk to him about that.

Oh ! So he's dead?

Of course I don't
not buried raw.

I must continue on my way.

Can you keep my companion?

At home, it will only have the sound of
bells to sink your teeth into.

Goodbye, mate.

Yes, yes, go.

And may God keep you.

Goodbye, beef turner.

Farewell, good woman.

Hey !

Our lord is too busy.

So, take care of yourself, marmoset.

In two days...

Oh ! How fresh this water seems to me.

That I want to swim there.

Look, there are the reeds moving.

Is there anyone in the water?

Oh, but no, it was the breeze.

No, no, no.

Nothing moves.

Look, there's a dress in the grass.

Ah! She's a damsel.

Little girl!

Little girl!

Who is calling me?

Bathers, like you.

I told you so
that there was someone.

Where are you?

Here I am.

Little girl, why are you hiding?

I feared being
surprise like this, without a veil.

Little girl!

What's your name ?

Collinette.

Quite naturally.

I grew up near a river.

Oh, Collinette!

So be an angelette.

Teach me to float
so on the river.

Give your hands.

Don't put your feet at the bottom of the water anymore.

Ah!

Oh no, not like that!

You have to hold me whole.

You have to move.

Legs and arms.

Ah!

Come Jesus, a snake!

Where?

In my hand, under the shadow.

We have to kill her, I'm not letting her go.

It's not a snake.

Ah!

Shh!

He is less strong than a boy.

I have to leave now.
I will say goodbye to you.

Well, go away.

Your hand holds me.

And where are you going in your great haste?

I have to be in Bourges in two days.

But say, you are going to put
boy's clothes.

And what would I wear?

Listen to me, if you have
for me the slightest friendship,

I beg you, my
husband is jealous and brutal.

If he learned from sebecase that he
there was a man in time,

I would be able to lock myself away,

or fight,

or deprive myself of jam.

But this, please.

Goodbye, lady.

Goodbye, little girl.

Farewell.

But where is your horse?

Under the train of a scoundrel
and my purse on his loins.

And how do you plan to be
in Bourges before two days?

God will put.

I believe he did it.

I can get you this
what you need before nightfall,

if you do what I tell you.

Lady Rosemonde!

Lady Rosemonde, alas,

my dress is missing.

So, I couldn't tell you
make you forget your fiancée.

No.

Even while holding me in your arms,

you can only think of her.

Listen to me, Colineau,

you are a young rooster

and when the day dawns,

you have to sing.

I won't sing.

Until I found Bergamot again,

I will scare him away.

My thoughts are with her.

Only my body is here.

Look at my husband

with these eyes

and have it all that it is,

he will give you everything you want.

He will be back soon

for supper.

He is vain

and libidinous.

And that's how you'll know how to touch him.

But you have to hide it from him

your hairy legs.

If I didn't like Bergamot so much.

I believe, I believe,

I believe I will get closer,

your dress, I will offer it to you

and you would offer me mine

and maybe I'll love you

how I love my Bergamot.

Tesla.

I found him alone,
bathing in time.

His misfortunes

and its beauty touched me.

I know your heart is so kind,

so generous and the spirit so luminous

and that I am myself

so simple.

I know only you can help

this poor little girl.

So what are his misfortunes?

Ask her, I'll leave you with her.

My beautiful, sweet,

it seems to me

that supper is late.

But don't scare him too much.

Look at me.

A very strange look.

A witch's look

and which turns me on strangely.

I scare you and you smile.

How firm your body is,

young hen.

I lower.

I will burn you.

I will watch you,

tigress.

I will crush you.

I will pierce you.

Evil creature.

You will drive me crazy.

What do you want from me?

You are present.

Don't worry.

He will not break the
door of his own house.

Little girl.

I know you are there.

Quick, you gave me a fever.

These are your enchanting eyes

which enchanted me.

Here then, this.

Will you also send this

and this

and this

and this again

and this and this

and this

In this chest, you will make rabbits.

Will you open up for me at the end?

Do you want to exasperate me?

You want me to bow down

and I beg you?

Here I am.

Look at that house over there.

He's a horse dealer.

You will find what you need.

Let's go down now
and let us say goodbye.

Goodbye then.

You have my purse.

And what memories would I have of you?

Your husband's hand.

I sank my teeth.

In memory of you,

I would like something else

if you would like to give it to me.

A kiss?

Yes, a kiss.

To my horse.

Because I don't kiss

men who don't love me.

Why are you taking this animal?

I was starting to fall in love with it.

And his kiss had intoxicated me so much.

Finally, here I am.

Two men on the gallows,

a beautiful woman at the brothel.

I'm late, I know, but now,

let's waste more time.

You look thirsty.

Drink.

It's true that I'm thirsty.

Wait.

Find me the high peaks.

The handle is missing.

Where are they? They are for a while.

Is it possible that I'm finally reaching the goal?

and that soon I will overthrow you,

love me?

Here you are.

So what are you showing me?

The matchmaker.

Dream the eye.

And...

wins end.

And Bergamot?

There's not a woman up there.

They were bled white
when we took them.

Were you there?

Yes, among all these badous

who like to see death when it comes.

Dream the eye and the matchmaker,

they were not very fresh.

Anyway,

the matchmaker, he shouted.

Lord Jesus, forgive me!

It's the fault of poverty!

What a matchmaker!

Let's pose further.

While you were loafing,

this is what I learned.

This morning, at dawn in the forest,

while the matchmaker
robbed a merchant,

to the lake pass by

a knight

and a few bowls.

This knight

cut them both out,

then sent them back to the lookouts

and put them up there to dry.

As for the lady,

he took him with them.

This knight

was the lord of the castle of Plassac,

near Angoulême.

Look at my forehead.

Are you going to push something?

Nothing yet!

Come on !

Farewell !

Thank you, Gagnon.

If I hadn't
beaten for your damsel,

I would swing up there, too.

If one day you see her again,

tell him that Gagnon
can't thank her.

I was ready to face anything

to find my bergamot.

I hadn't thought about the horns.

To take the road to Angoulême,

is there any other passage than your boat?

If my boat displeases you, companion,

in Val-Lieu, you will find a
fording up the river.

In any case, he
would be another question

that we crossed with
this boy and his animal.

Well, that's what we did.

Take us through, my
girl. Come back and get it.

You will ask around

if anyone ever told Bertrade

what she should do on her boat.

Who ?

To Bertrade, who is talking to you right now

and who tells you that this horse

is less heavy than you, holy brother.

I fear the moon will find me

before I found the ford.

Do not sigh pointing, Brother Albaret.

You tip the boat.

And what do you fear?

If we capsize, you
will go straight to heaven,

while I will go to hell

against all my sins.

Lucas, will be
travelers who will sleep there.

Night falls and so does the water in the sky.

We will be able to give them something to eat.

They have to pay the price.

Come in, that's where you'll sleep.

If our lord sends us sleep.

Tell me, have you passed a lot of
people on your boat since this morning?

Enough to hurt your arms.

And do you remember passing

a knight and his retinue,

and a little blonde girl?

I don't know how to cross the
horses and they had eight.

I sent them to the ford.

What do you say?

Your horse had beautiful eyes.

So you think you saw them?

Other than that, I only saw
merchants and pilgrims.

What was the little girl like?

Blonde, as you said.

Happy?

Or distressed?

And why is this
that I would tell you all this?

For my horse's beautiful eyes.

Sleep, Brother Alvarez.

I hear a strange noise.

A blow.

Open the door to me, Brother Hugo.

These are knives, very long.

And what's surprising, he's a butcher.

Now, Brother Alvarez, let us sleep.

The song of your
knives break my head.

Tomorrow I will go see our Capuchins.

There is a very fat one
that I need to cut out.

And maybe I'll even cut out two.

Did you hear, Brother Hugo?

My leg broke.

Brother Hugo, what were you leaving me?

In the name of our Lord.

In divinity.

I was pissed.

Ah, a boss.

He won't have the idea of looking for us there.

Among these scumbags.

But what do you have in your stomach?

You make me feel like
I'm riding a dead woman.

You have time to scream, Lucas.

You have a wife who doesn't like pleasure.

If she loved him, maybe
that she would make you wear horns.

Ha, ha!

Come outside, Master Capuchin.

Today I will have your cousins.

Ha, ha!

Pity.

Pity.

Do not commit this great sin.

Pity.

It is Saint Francis who punishes us
for naming our pigs Capuchins?

It was not out of heresy, Saint Francis,
but rather nothing.

It's that sometimes, your stumps
are as big as your pigs.

Well...

Can you tell me where is
the road to Angoulême?

Straight ahead.

Don't delay if you want to find your little girl
we don't know if she's laughing or crying.

Be neither.

We don't know if you're crying or laughing.

I will travel with you
from Angoulême and then I will turn around.

I want to see a little of my country.

Let's go.

I have never seen so much
of people in water.

You never left your village. There is
a lot of things you haven't seen.

I will get there.

For example, I don't have
never seen another man.

I have never seen another
naked man than Lucas.

All black and
gnarled like a fig tree.

So I believe that a man
naked is ugly. Is this true?

But you, girls, I would spoil
that you haven't seen more than one.

Well, when I see myself naked, I
finds me even naughtier than Lucas.

It's because you looked at yourself the wrong way.

What do you know about it?

So can you see through the clothes?

Can you guess the nickname
that every brat gave me?

I see several that would suit you well.

Shirt pencil case.

Shirt case, indeed.

Kit...

...shirt.

Among all the shirts you packed,
you won't count mine, my boy.

And your bar won't sting me, Hornet.

You are way too naughty
to be packed or stitched.

So what is it?

Do I know?

Let's see.

And who is she, the one you are talking about?

It is said that she comes from the country of Ock.

She comes to look for fresh flesh.

Maybe they are all
dead in her home.

The female dog!

You would have knocked it over.
You would make him taste wine.

Sure she doesn't know the smell.

They call her the beautiful Arabelle.

It's not too much that she is
twice beautiful in its name.

It was my goodbye, all in one.

You have a rough handshake.

It's not too much that she is
twice beautiful in its name.

Do you think I would let myself
beat like a sheep?

One look and you're ready
also, to die for this pate.

Who told you?

My heart.

And to your heart?

Your eyes.

I have rough skin
like a cat's tongue.

Their skin is as soft as their fur.

But their heart is one
epic pork. And mine...

This is the first time that
I touch a cat's tongue.

It's not that bad.

You're kidding me.

You help me keep my oaths, boatman.

You didn't stick your knife in me.

I would have planted mine on you.

Don't go, whoever you are.

Tell me if this is the castle
Lord of Plassac who is burning.

Yes, guys.

And where is the Lord of Plassac?

At Beelzebub’s.

Or in oblivion
Brassac, on the other side of the forest.

Oh !

Oh !

Hey !

Landine, don't you dare turn your head.

Who are you? Where are you from? Do you speak?

I am a foreigner. I come from a rock to which,
the water having fallen, I held on so as not to drown.

Waiting for the day...

A rock, you say?

The sharpest. I
look for the Château de Brassac.

Can anyone here tell me the way?

Brassac Castle
is no longer far away.

My little motelette makes me quiver around.
I am strong enough to endure the cannon.

What do you say, Blandine?

My amiolante rosary.

I'm exhausted!

Take this dirt away from me
of armor that pinches my ass.

Well, Poupard, what do you want from us?

I want to see the lord of Brassac,
who destroyed the Château de Brassac.

Do you have any trouble with your eyes, Poupard?

No.

Do you want to see me? Well, look at me.

Easy to pierce, that skin.

My aunt?

Who told you to come there? Let's help him.

In your absence, the Baron
Mirmont gave me this present for you.

He looks at this turkey with contempt. He believes
that I will marry her for these gifts.

Oh, the wonders!

Hello, my loves!

Oh, the beautiful faces!

The beautiful daddies!

Put them next to my bed and
Don't forget to give them water.

Come on !

When this lice took us
disturbed, we looked at each other.

So what do you want from him?
Lord of Brassac, bird?

I want to know what a
onion to the lord of Plassac.

Poor Plassac. I
took away all his loans.

And did you kill him?

I am the most feared lord
of the whole country, do you know?

I am a foreigner.

And yet?

I am a weak woman.

Indeed.

I think he's still one
not very lively, this old Plassac.

A Russian racket.

It is mounted on all
local girls.

And besides.

Yes !

On his giblette, his bourguignette, his...

Bergamot.

We will go and question
Plassac after supper.

Eat that, bitch.

It warms the stomach.

Eat, eat. You're a bit skinny.

That's some serious coke you cooked there.

With three pairs of pompoms.

I drink to his health.

Me, when I eat these little
those bells are going to my head.

For me, it doesn't go up, it goes down.

Linguet! The drum!

What a good boy.

We can only trust
those who know how to eat well.

This one doesn't eat anything.

And yet, she is as fat as a goose.

Fat and sluggish.

Judge for yourself.

Fat and flabby, it's true.

Oh, I was hungry.

Nothing beats a good, violent fight
and bloody enough to whet your appetite.

You hardly have it, my boy.

I neither did nor saw it.

Nothing has any flavor for me.

Neither eat, nor drink, nor sleep.

As much as hearing screaming.

Ahead !

I'm going to move around a little
shortly before the desserts.

Exercise causes food to go down.

Come here.

How so ?

Come fight with me.

I'm not big enough.

I won't hurt you.

It's true that we would break you with two
fingers if you weren't careful.

Tell me.

Baby, don't you know that women are
whores and men don't do anything?

I have a lot to learn.

Well done, bird.

Tell me, do you believe that you and your damsel,
will you still love each other when you see each other again?

I don't know.

You learn, tell me, that love is an invention.
And that between men and women, there is only fornication.

You must not have seen often
women as strong as me.

It's the first time.

Now it is time.

Let's put it down.

Let's put it down.

Let's put it down.

Hey!

Oh !

I also took an oath of chastity.

Ah! You are doing too much
oaths indiscriminately.

You're laughing, right?

Go clean yourself up, slut.

You too are one of
those who see everything upside down.

You find my ugly one beautiful
niece. And you think I'm a toad.

Toad? No.

You can't wait to see the plaçaque, eh, bird?

That would upset me a little
that he dies before I see him.

Life, bird, abounds in contrariety of
all orders. You will notice it in your turn.

You jump behind me.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

A lady in the morning

Said all about wild love

Bring me back my fireplace

Bring her back to me

Bring her back to me

You are so pretty. And he
No one tells you that.

What do you say, the drone?

Mélitani is waiting for me.

You are so pretty. And no one tells you that.
You sighed. But from whom, where are you hiding it?

Here.

Is it a little cat or a puppy? That
I see it, I love small animals.

I have a little beast. She's not afraid. She doesn't
don't see. Tell me, will she bite if I put my finger on it?

We can tell what she will do.

Look at. He doesn't bite or
growls. And even, he does the right thing.

Wait. A sealer. I hear
like a scratching in there.

It's his brother.

God, I'm doing better. I slip. I
staggers. My God, I feel that you are abandoning me.

Without you, I am too weak to fight.

Little puppies, I liked. And
these little kittens, even more so.

Armies for my presence. A sext
disgusting. On the move like cattle.

Disgusting sights.
Oaths. Oaths.

A truth for young people.
A truth for old people.

One for the beautiful ones. One for the ugly ones.

The bull in the cage. With flat bag.

It's the one that stinks the most.

It's youth.

Wait.

I see, Lord, that I
I was wrong. You didn't abandon me.

Bye. You bring me your assets.

Alas no, sir of flat sack.

Who are you?

Maybe you know my
name. I am Colinaud.

It is God who sent you to me.

So before I die, I
can obtain your forgiveness.

So you are guilty towards me?

Yes.

I would have liked to be virtuous.

But I was born too voluptuous.

And Bergamot, who loved you,
I forcibly removed it.

And then, a little bit raped.

Is it... by force?

It feels so good to strive for it.

It is the best of voluptuousness.

And then what did you do with it?

When my castle was attacked,
two of my squires, I confided.

So that they take him away
at my brother's, in Montauban.

And your forgiveness?

I grant it to you, companion.

He is our Lord
who made you as you are.

All you had to do was make yourself better.

Let me in
the new prisoner.

It's been a long time since you came.

After.

Quick, follow me.

On the other side, you will be in the moat.

Farewell.

Two big horses for a very small ass.

Where are you going?

On two tired feet, I must
up to Pays d’oche chimney.

Independence of my mood
unfortunately led me to misery.

Truly, I am a poet,
in French as in Latin.

Iamb, begging, misery,
do you hear Latin?

I forgot what little I knew.

Come on, hurry up, rhymer.

Not far from Montauban, a lady said she fell very
well the poets if she likes the verses they write.

Independence of my mood
unfortunately led me to misery.

Behind this field,
Does he have a road?

She passes there and runs to tell
Montauban that she saw you.

Without wanting to offend you, I prefer
your songs to your madrigals.

I don't know what time you
Come on, I'm not happy or sad.

I'm not strange,
I am not privileged.

What whiteness! What roundness!

Tell us, Lord, what is the
bearer of these two half-moons?

The chirping birds stopped me
to hear your horses approaching.

Do not be ashamed of your hemispheres. The man
is in the image of God before and behind.

Forgive my audacity, but how
Did this lady call you?

Goddess of beauty, but it's you
I came looking in this country.

Well, you found me. What do you want?

I came to offer you my drinks.

Your glasses?

Because in Paris, I was told that you liked
poetry. And I myself am a poet.

Which side?

I think I like you. In know,
friend, and follow me if you want.

You must be there to have so much
journey. Do you want to go home and rest?

Kind lady, I luckily met a
young and gallant rider who had two mounts,

including this one that he gave me, himself with
great haste, to the castle of Ménil-Plassac,

and half of his
heart that had been taken from him.

Beaucire, listen carefully. He will make us, I believe,
an anatomical account entirely as you wish.

A thousand trials he endured that he gave me
counted on finding his beloved.

But after these hard days,
happiness is finally within his reach.

Poet, it seems to me that you
already made a song about it.

Madam, your subtle ears.

At the Château de Ménil-Plassac, you say?

Young, handsome, gallant, courageous and faithful.

Let's see this wonder.

You must help us, gallant rider.

One of our companions falling from a horse
got injured. It's over there, in the meadow.

I follow you.

There it is.

She is unconscious.

We must bring her back to this castle. We
we would neither be able to lift it nor carry it away.

Do you think she
is seriously injured?

Take me home,
Lord, don't hurt me.

Please have mercy on me, Lord. I'm going to die.
I'm going to die laughing to see such a hat.

If you had felt like
his faithful heart beat.

Goodbye, bird.

Goodbye, bird. I promise you to
say nothing about the beating of yours.

What is this you, please? We don't have
not kept sheep together, as far as I know.

Of course, no. Those who, around us,
keep sheep with pink complexions.

And I have it greenish. I know it.

No, not water. But there is a
yet another way to have it pink.

And it is? I'm curious, really.

Spread your legs more often.

Big brenous ass, bastard
puffed, with your damn hampers.

Bastards!

Do they cut themselves?

No misfortune!

Rest on the familiar!

There !

This way!

Is this the castle?
of the lord of Plassac?

This pin will make us mad.

Lady, is this the castle?
of the lord of Plassac?

This one, even.

And where is the Lord of Plassac?

It's him over there.

My little pin,
please come!

Sir, I have come to bring you
news from your brother.

Here it is! He's entering the castle!

Come on !

May God see that he is moving us there!

You are the brother
of the lord of Plassac?

I know it!

They are cut!

He is not in the woodshed, nor
to the ovens, nor to the squirrels.

It's stupid to have been sent to us
for our humiliation that day!

Your brother, Messire, was to you
brought by his squires a girl.

Stop buzzing
constantly in my ears!

These dog demons are useless!

I'm warning you, redhead!
I'll get back to it tomorrow!

Light the candles,
drinking! My throat is dry!

You who bet on my brother, come closer!

And you too, grandma!

And you too, mom!

As the pin
your husband's hiding place!

So I won't have it at the bottom of my mouth,
this pin, as you promised me.

Pretty cool, huh?

This night, I will have to
make him forget, grandma.

It seems to me, God knows
why, that you already forget it.

Magician!

Grandma, there is a stranger who
brings us news of my brother.

I don't want to know anything about this gargoyle.

Come on, come on, grandma.

Let us be welcoming hosts.

Welcome, stranger.

So how are you doing, brother?

Right or wrong, I don't
know. Death took him away.

Yes, she won
in hell, that is certain.

We will count what
arrived after supper.

So the stranger, grandma, stays
close to him and give him a drink.

How are you doing?

Thanks very much.

Me too.

What did he serve you?

What to say?

Do you like this wine?

He is very good.

You...

I...

You had to come earlier.

Colino...

I waited a long time for you.

And then, I thought you had forgotten me.

Another loved me.

Little by little, I liked it too.

Why are you laughing?

Because...

Because to find you,
I faced a thousand dangers.

And that...

And that you find me married.

And that you don't love me anymore.

And me...

And me neither.

Today, we will not escape from it.

I wouldn't have said a word.

He was a runaway...

who wanted to know the love game.

One day, the found milked.

I showed him two or three tricks.

He was a fugitive.

He was happy that together,
we stopped loving each other.

Otherwise, one or the other...

could have cried.

We got very lost, my friend.

And I believe we will
spend the whole night in the rain.

You're going to get through to us, mate.

I certainly wouldn't have this
lucky if I took a second one.

Her lover asks her where are we going.

He keeps the bed, and he
can do more harm than another.

That's why I won't marry you.

Even though I loved you.

Which is not the case.

One two three.

The storm is moving away.

See what this horse wants.

It's a sealed horse, ma'am.

He must have been afraid of the storm
and unhorsed his rider.

Take torches and bodies and try to
find this traveler who may be injured.

See, gentlemen, your horse.

Well ?

Didn't you find anything?

Yes.

Jump over here, duckling.

Dry your feathers and take care of your paw.

Trouss-shirt was his nickname.

Before he knows how to say, say, say.

Trouss-shirt was his nickname.

Before he could say his name.

Ah, Colineau, my dear.

From your adventures, I made a song like this
gallant company did me the honor of having a strong taste.

Very cute, gives birth ugly.

More milk, not too ugly.

It's a horse.

It's a balm that I make
myself with forest plants.

It calms pain and inflammation.

I don't think it's broken.

Where is the most pain?

Higher?

Or lower?

Neither higher nor lower.
It's not that leg.

You only have two.

So this is it.

This one, on the other hand, may be broken.

What a din!

I wish you could forget your oaths
and make your little log flame like before.

By the way, have you found your beloved?
May I finish my song.

Well, I...

Let me guess.

When you change your mind, you see your bergamot again,

another, in his hand,
held the little mound

that Colineau had bid and fucked.

It's under others
fingers that her mound vibrated.

Her stomach was heating up
under other standards

and no longer wanted
Colineau nor his pile.

The loss of this pad
tender and very well cut

didn't make him cry at all

because on his way... on his way...

on his way he had encountered
skirts and petticoats which hid

many others that he really wanted to...

to taste.

Don't look at us with those eyes.
This pad is not for you.

Why not ?

I see that on love, you
know less than my greyhound.

I'm going to tell you the story of a
shepherd turned perfect gallant knight

by the love he had for a lady.

They call me Robinette
Croque-Chaton and I'm a very pretty boy.

It's true.

And between my legs I have a beautiful ear of corn which
for too long I haven't used

and I would like
let someone pick it.

Who then?

A very beautiful and very pale lady who, according to my
feeling doesn't spread your legs often enough.

Don't you know, you big oaf,
that love has its laws?

Tell me quickly, I'll do whatever it takes
It will be necessary because I feel that my ear is growing

and that soon, by the weight
trained, I'm going to fall on my face.

But to win the love of one
lady, it sometimes takes several years.

Several years? But
by then I will have three feet.

It will be necessary to compose a thousand
songs in honor of her,

shine in war and tournament,

do a thousand other beautiful things first
to come and lay your glory at the feet of your lady

who will then reward you.

Good evening, croque-kitten.

See you tomorrow, friend.

See you tomorrow, friend.

Forgot to lock?

No, I haven't forgotten.

You smell a bit like crotin, croque-kitten.

But I still want you.

Take off your clothes so that I
see if I like everything about you.

Do you have crooked feet?
Why are you hiding them?

You had slipped my mind.

They are dirty, my weights are crooked.

It's crooked, but not dirty.

Sit next to me.

You must not get carried away
randomly like animals.

Everything must be decided
of what we are going to do.

What do you want to do first, croque kitten?

Two things.

Several things together.

With one hand, surround yourself.

On the other, caress you.

And kiss your lips.

From the third.

With my mouth.

And me?

With one hand, caress me.

Where at home, there is nothing.

Where at home, there is something.

Here ?

Yes.

Leave her on the bed.

We will find a use for it.

And now ?

Now I won't do the door
because I would like to come home to you.

Don't you know how to do anything else?

I played the pan flute.

It's time.

Little earth scraper,

don't you know that every
place of our body

can be used for love?

And what do we do with the ears?

We make them vibrate with words.

And also,

like this.

She is born?

With a sweet scent, we excite him.

So what is it?

Don't you recognize the
sweet scent of pepper?

So I vibrated your buttocks.

Deliciously.

I see that you don't know
more what you mean,

since you know the pleasure
that there is in pain.

What do you say?

I say it hurt me.

The pain must be
big so that the pleasure is.

I will do everything to please you.

You hurt me.

Look at me.

No, lower.

I have never burned so much.

From head to toe.

We were in the nest.

The eyes, them,

are moved by the sight.

The mouth,

as for the heart,

if you touch my breast,

my heart feels nothing.

And to touch my heart,

other paths are needed.

If you want me to give myself to you,

I will have to love you,

First of all.

Waiting for,

let's sleep, eat kittens.

You're happy to feel it, grandma.

Yes.

Okay, Thibault.

Oh, hello, beauty goddess.

I just woke up.

Tell me, have you seen Colino?

Yes, I saw it.

I saw him, he left.

He left leaving me
for you a song

which I am currently making music for.

So sing it.

I left, grandma,

while you were sleeping.

The worms are weak, you will see.

It seems to me that I love you,

It seems to me that you love me.

But now, grandma, I know

that love is an uncertain thing

on which, on which

we can be mistaken.

But if it seems to you that I love you,

if it seems to you that you love me,

take the road yourself.

And if you persevere, mamou,

we will meet again one day.

And when we meet again,

if we still seem to love each other,

if we still seem to love each other,

when we see again,

it's maybe, it's maybe

that we will love each other.

It's maybe, it's maybe

that we love each other.