They're not you at all.
It's like me
driving some sports convertible.
As time passes,
one's more interested in the weather
than the when. Aren't you?
Another certainty bites the dust.
So much the better.
Damn, I forgot the bread.
Would you mind going
for a baguette?
Sure.
I hate to ask
but I don't like going.
- Why?
- The salesgirl.
- What about her?
- It's an old story...
Let's hear it.
Each time I went in there,
she'd say,
"Anything else? Anything else?"
One day, I was so fed up
and told her that was enough,
that if I needed anything else,
I'd ask for it.

- And?
- When I went in the next day,
I took my baguette, paid for it
and guess what she said.
"Will that be all?"
You didn't murder her?
But I buy supermarket
crisp bread now.
- I won't be long.
- You'll get it too!
- Anything else?
- That's all.
Three francs twenty.
- Madame?
- A loaf.
Anything else?
No thanks.
Five francs eighty-five.
Lovely, thank you.
A baguette.
Three francs twenty.
Anything else?
Nothing else, thanks.
- Sir?
- A baguette.
No, make it two.