:53:00
You thought you'd never
finish it, didn't you?
:53:03
I read her the reviews.
:53:05
I read you the reviews,
Iris.
:53:07
You hated me doing it
before.
:53:09
Would you sign your new book
for me, Iris?
:53:12
Like postcards, do it at once,
or you don't.
:53:15
Please.
:54:02
I see an angel.
:54:05
I think it's you.
:54:11
## De nos amours #
:54:13
# Que reste-t-il... ##
:54:15
They're under water now.
:54:18
There are some drugs,
aren't there, Iris?
:54:22
They don't last long.
:54:25
When the f-friendly f-fog
disperses,
:54:28
there yawns the precipice
before you, doesn't it, puss?
:54:34
They're beautiful.
:54:38
Horrible, isn't it?
Horrible.
:54:40
Horrible thing,
:54:42
you there with your toes
at the edge of the precipice.
:54:48
You can say
anything you like
:54:50
as long as you m-make it
sound like a j-joke.
:54:52
Oh, don't, John.
That's cruel.
:54:53
That's where you're wrong.
:54:55
It's not cruel, it's nothing,
because it's not understood.
:54:57
She's in her own world now.