:10:12
- Be so good as to move along.
- Please don't get us wrong.
:10:17
Don't make us club you on the ear.
:10:23
The blood came out to here.
:10:25
It was a sweet old
white-haired sister.
:10:30
- It boggles the mind.
- Blondes are my kind.
:10:34
Well, thanks a lot, Mister.
:10:42
Don't get angry. I prefer blondes.
But it's not because your hair's red
:10:47
That I'd take an ax to your head.
:10:52
- Would the sadist be you?
- Heavens, no. And you?
:10:56
- Teach music is what I like to do.
- Abstract art is my conceit
:11:01
But my ambition's more concrete:
I'm looking for the ideal woman.
:11:08
I did a painting of her though,
Come see it at my studio.
:11:13
- We can maybe do a seance.
- Good old Maxence!
:11:19
- How d'you know my name?
- Mom mentioned it when you came
:11:24
Yesterday to the café.
I'm solange Garnier.
:11:29
- Ah, you're the twin, right?
- You might be more polite.
:11:33
- Where're you headed?
- Train to catch.
:11:36
I'm off to Nantes.
My leave's immi-Nantes.
:11:42
That didn't make you laugh one bit.
:11:46
That's bargain-basement wit.
:11:49
Don't take it out on me.
so long. Another time, maybe.