Les Enfants du paradis
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1:20:00
- It's not the same.
- Why?

1:20:03
- Because I have faith.
- Faith?

1:20:07
Yes. I hope...
1:20:10
I believe one day
you'll love me.

1:20:13
You're sweet, Nathalie.
1:20:17
So are you, Baptiste.
1:20:20
We're not to blame
for the situation.

1:20:23
But it's so stupid and unfair.
1:20:27
We run in circles,
like circus horses.

1:20:30
I love you.
You don't love me.

1:20:33
You love Garance.
She loves Frederick.

1:20:37
How can you say
she loves Frederick?

1:20:40
I don't know.
Because they live together.

1:20:44
That proves nothing.
1:20:46
If all couples living together
were in love,

1:20:48
the earth would glow
like the sun.

1:20:51
They don't live together.
1:20:54
They only pretend to live.
1:20:56
Your pantomimes are killing me!
1:21:00
I'm dying of silence,
like others die of hunger or thirst.

1:21:04
As a boy in church,
1:21:06
I wanted to speak from the pulpit
in the priest's place.

1:21:11
Don't get angry.
You gave me a fright.

1:21:14
I thought you wanted a raise.
1:21:17
I've such expenses!
We'll work it out.

1:21:20
You could be
the sideshow barker occasionally.

1:21:24
That might tide you over.
1:21:26
Sideshow? Why not?
1:21:28
Anything, anywhere,
but not dumb shows for deaf-mutes!

1:21:32
I'd rather play a cripple,
dancing in the streets, singing ballads.

1:21:37
Or play hospitals for the blind.
1:21:40
Joan of Arcwas lucky...
she heard voices!

1:21:43
Voices! I don't ask for much.
1:21:46
I'd be glad just to hear my own
from time to time.

1:21:52
Garance, sweet nightingale,
where have you been?

1:21:55
At last, rose of my days,
light of my nights.

1:21:58
My raven-haired blond Isolde.
My sweet, gentle Iphigenia.


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