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1:49:03
[ Groaning Continues ]
1:49:12
Oh, shit.
1:49:15
[ Door Bells Jingling ]
1:49:30
[ Engine Starts ]
1:49:44
[ Engine Stops ]
1:49:47
Fabienne !
[ Groans ]

1:49:51
Fabienne !
[ Groaning Continues ]

1:49:55
Fabienne !
Come on, baby.

1:49:57
- Come on. Get your shit.
We gotta go right now.
- I was so worried.

1:50:01
- What about our bags ?
- Fuck the bags; if we don't split
right now, we'll miss the train.

1:50:04
- I'll be downstairs.
- Is everything well ?

1:50:06
- Just come on ! No talking now !
- Are we in danger ?

1:50:10
[ Groaning Continues ]
1:50:14
Come on, honey !
1:50:18
Where did you get
this motorcycle ?

1:50:20
- It's not a motorcycle, baby.
It's a chopper. Let's go.
- What happened to my Honda ?

1:50:25
I'm sorry, baby,
I had to crash that Honda.
Will you come on now, please ?

1:50:29
Come on. Let's go,
let's go, let's go.

1:50:36
- You're hurt ?
- No, no, I might've broken
my nose. It's no biggie.

1:50:39
Come on. Hop on.
Baby, please, we--

1:50:42
Honey, we gotta hit
the fuckin' road ! Get on !

1:50:47
- Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
Come here, come here.
- [ Weeping Quietly ]

1:50:50
I'm sorry. Mmm.
1:50:52
- I'm so sorry.
- You were gone so long, I started
to think dreadful thoughts.

1:50:56
I didn't mean to worry you.
Everything's fine.

1:50:59
- How was your breakfast ?
- It was good.


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