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:25:01
No call to insult my tractor,
Mademoiselle

:25:04
I bet you don't even own it
:25:08
It belongs to a yukky union
or a crummy co-operative

:25:11
Your foreign car!
:25:13
Stolen, I bet!
:25:15
The heir to the Robert factories gave
it to me because I screwed with him

:25:22
You impotent lot are incapable
of screwing!

:25:25
The government screws you
and your twat of a tractor!

:25:29
Without me and my tractor
the French would starve

:25:32
I don't care! Paul is dead!
:25:42
- He had the right of way
- Don't you be so sure

:25:46
He had the right
:25:48
He was handsome, young, rich
:25:52
He had the right over fat ones,
poor ones, old ones...

:25:58
You shouldn't say that
:26:03
You wretched great shit-heap, you!
:26:09
You wretched little tart!
:26:12
Your cut-price tractor!
:26:14
It cost plenty for someone who
toils with his hands

:26:17
And my Triumph? A write-off.
You don't give a damn, do you?

:26:25
And now he's dead
:26:28
You think you can shrug it off,
do you? Well, I say you won't!

:26:33
Witnesses! We had right of way,
hadn't we?

:26:38
Sorry, but we haven't time
:26:40
You can't just go like that.
We're all brothers, as Marx said

:26:50
Jews! Dirty Jews!

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