Francine:
Thomas Listen. Listen. There are times when life calls out for a change. A transition. Like the seasons. Our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn. And now all of a sudden, it's cold, so cold that everything is freezing over. Our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise. But if you fall asleep in the snow, you don't feel death coming. Take care
The Husband:
In pretending to be a man in love, he became a man in love.
Carol:
Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I'd never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn't know what. Maybe it was something I'd forgotten or something I've been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
Fanny Forestier:
[
in French] Kiss me on impulse! Surprise me!
Bob Leander:
Me, me, me, me! You always want your feelings understood! But mine are childish! Sex isn't disgusting unless you make it disgusting! There can be beauty in this place too!
Fanny Forestier:
[
in French] Not what I call beauty!
Bob Leander:
I need a little help! You don't know what it's like for a man when it's all gone! I can't feel anything anymore!
Fanny Forestier:
[
slaps him] Do you feel *that*?
Bob Leander:
[
turning to the stripper] What do you charge to watch an argument?
Bob Leander:
Can't we walk together?
Fanny Forestier:
I'm so ashamed.
Bob Leander:
Why? You did it out of love, I assume.
Fanny Forestier:
And what do you do, out of love?
Bob Leander:
I ache... for who we were.
Gaspard:
[
in French] Haven't we met? I'm sure I know you. Where do you live? I'm in the 17th. Maybe I've seen you around. You don't talk much. I'm not sure, but... I feel like I've seen you before. You look like a mystical guy. Really, you have a very special aura. You believe in spirits? I'm way into that stuff. Maybe we met in a past lifetime.
Elie:
[
in French] Light?
Gaspard:
[
in French] A light.
[
lights his cigarette]
Elie:
Merci.
Gaspard:
It's amazing. As soon as I saw you, I needed to talk. It's like... I don't know. A strong, weird feeling. I thought, if I don't talk to you before I go, I'd be missing out on... something... important. Beautiful. You work in a beautiful place. I didn't want to miss the chance to talk to you. It's dumb, but... Never mind. May I?
[
sits down]
Gaspard:
You believe in soul mates? Finding your other half? You like jazz? Charlie Parker... and Kurt Cobain. I love him! Whatever. Here's my number. I'd really like to talk with you, if you call me, more seriously and... for longer, especially.
[
leaves]
Printer:
[
in French] What's up?
Elie:
I'm not sure, Christian. He gave me this.
Printer:
[
in French] A phone number?
Elie:
I don't know what he was saying. I don't speak French that well. He used a lot of phrases that aren't in my phrase book.
Printer:
[
in French] Call him and see.
Elie:
[
takes off running]
Zarka:
You're even worse at this than getting girls.
Franois:
My friends do that stuff, not me.
Zarka:
They're pathetic.
Franois:
You have beautiful hair, why do you have to cover it up?
Zarka:
I don't have to. I choose to.
Franois:
Too bad, 'cause you're so pretty.
Zarka:
You mean I'm not beautiful in my hijab?
Franois:
[
laughs] That's not what I meant.
Zarka:
You and your friends don't know shit about women. Why talk to them like that? When you can see they don't like it? If I want to look beautiful, I do it for me. When I wear this I feel part of a faith, an identity. I feel good. That's what beauty is. Tell that to your friends. Then maybe one day, they might even get laid.
Zarka:
[
speaking to Franois] I'm surprised to see you here.
Zarka:
I'm Zarka.
Franois:
Franois.... How are your hands.
Zarka:
Ok.
Zarka's Grandfather:
It was good of you to help her.
Franois:
Only natural.
Ana:
[
singing in Spanish to Bourgeoisie's baby] Pretty little hands that I have how pretty and how white that God gave me. Pretty little eyes that I have how pretty and black that God gave me. Pretty little mouth that I have how pretty and red that God gave me. Pretty little feet that I have how pretty and chubby that God gave me....
Hassan:
I just got stung by a lousy mosquito. These neighborhoods are dangerous. Lagos is safer. What' your name?
Sophie:
Sohpie
Hassan:
I'd give you my card but I have none left. Too bad! Sophie, fancy a cup of coffee? Go on! Can I massage your feet?
Sophie:
Why would I let you?
Hassan:
Because they hurt.
Sophie:
They do?
Hassan:
You were running in my dreams all night.... Please have coffee with me.
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