And your lovers... what do they say to you?
Not much.
Do they kiss you?
If I let them.
Do they hold your hand?
It depends.
And then what?
Then what? Same old story: The more you give, the more they want.
And your lovers... what do they say to you?
Not much.
Do they kiss you?
If I let them.
Do they hold your hand?
It depends.
And then what?
Then what? Same old story: The more you give, the more they want.
Please give me an answer.
No, I don't love you anymore. I'm fond of you, but...
But I bore you.
The words you come up with, my dear.
The right ones. I give up. You can fight hatred, but not boredom. Well, the whole thing's getting to me, too. Seeing you play shepherd to your Viennese shepherdess, makes me want to yawn.
I want to disappear down a hole.
Why's that?
So I no longer have to figure out what's right and what's wrong.
Corneille! Put an end to this farce!
Which one, your lordship?
I have no choice but to dismiss you. It breaks my heart, but I can't expose my guests to your firearms. It may be wrong of them, but they value their lives.
A laughing woman is disarmed, you can do what you like.
Excuse me. You know you're no fool; you're a poet, a dangerous poet.
Friendship with a man? That's asking for moonlight at midday.
Love, as it exists in society, is merely the mingling of two whims and the contact of two skins.
Telling lies is such a heavy weight to bear.
That's also part of the times, today everyone lies.
The awful thing about life is this: Everybody has their reasons.
You have to understand, its the plight of all heroes today. In the air, they're terrific. But when they come back to earth, they're weak, poor, and helpless.
You tried to better me by making me a servant. I'll never forget it.