I need some money for lunch, dad. Only 1,000 francs.
Therefore you hope for 500. Therefore you need 300. Here's 100.
I need some money for lunch, dad. Only 1,000 francs.
Therefore you hope for 500. Therefore you need 300. Here's 100.
Last and simple question. Where is the father?
Ze fazer...
No. The father.
Ze fazer.
No, the tip of the tongue between the teeth. As if you had a lisp. Father.
Fazer.
No.
But I can't, sir. Not everybody has a tongue like yours.
I'm not in the mood.
Too bad, I am.
The best thing is to eat out until the end of the month.
For that, I need a clean shirt.
Your parents say you're always lying.
Oh, I lie now and then, I suppose. Sometimes I'd tell them the truth and they still wouldn't believe me, so I prefer to lie.
He escaped a week ago, but they got him. Around here to escape is bad enough, but getting caught is worse.
Doinel, if your paper is first today, it's because I've decided to give the results beginning with the worst.
Every time I cried, my father would imitate me on his fiddle, just to drive me nuts. One day I got fed up and I knocked him out.
I have no socks left around these holes.
I'm an unstable psychotic individual with perverted tendencies.
If she drops her pen, pick it up, but don't look at her legs. Or else it will be on your record.
Now, Doinel, go get some water and erase those insanities, or I'll make you lick the wall, my friend.