:27:00
- He means Delphe.
- Delphine... my daughter.
:27:04
- She's a peach!
- So are you!
:27:07
So I've been told.
:27:08
S.O.S.! Storm at sea!
:27:10
Be quiet, Booboo.
:27:14
Hello, Dutrouz!
:27:16
Hello, everyone.
:27:17
They're friends.
Subtil Dutrouz.
:27:20
"Subtil" like a scent,
Dutrouz with a silent "z."
:27:23
- Bill as in billiards.
- Etienne like everyone else.
:27:26
- Here, for you.
- What is it?
:27:28
A plastic atomic submarine.
:27:31
- How's it holding?
- Fine.
:27:33
That's good.
:27:34
I just saw them tramping by,
armed to the teeth.
:27:39
They'd shoot us like rabbits.
:27:40
- What'll you have?
- Nothing, I'm off.
:27:43
I'll be back later.
:27:47
- Who's that?
- A friend of Gramps'.
:27:50
- What's he do?
- Retired.
:27:52
- What exactly do you do?
- Us?
:27:55
We go from place to place,
With motorcycles to sell,
:27:59
Bikes and boats as well.
The road's our home base.
:28:02
Today we're here,
Tomorrow there.
:28:04
We live free as the air,
Like boys without a care.
:28:08
On the move, having fun,
Avoiding shadows for the sun.
:28:13
We prefer what is sweet, not sour,
:28:16
A pretty girl, not a wall flower,
:28:20
And pleasure, not despair.
:28:24
We flit from face to face
Like bees among the flowers.
:28:27
In each port, a pretty girl,
In each town, some tender hours.
:28:31
We live on the heady brine,
a baker's loaf, a sip of wine,
:28:34
The morning haze, the evening storm,
:28:38
A child's smile to make us warm,
:28:41
The siesta at mid-day,
:28:44
Making love in the hay,
:28:49
The wind on our face.
:28:52
We go from town to town,
The future's an unknown.
:28:55
A pretty girl lends a hand
And life is grand.
:28:59
Today here,
Tomorrow there.