Stan the Flasher (1990) - full transcript
The story of Stan, a misunderstood poet, who makes a living teaching English to schoolchildren while writing a screenplay on the side.
To be or not to be.
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler
in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms
against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them
To die to sleep,
no more
and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache
and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd
To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay,
there's the rub
For in that sleep of death
what dreams may come
When we have shuffled
off this mortal coil
Must... Must give us pause
Sir, I'm in sixth grade
You are confusing me with my sister
Natacha who's a senior
Your father already owes me three lessons
Seven lessons if we included Natacha’s.
When does he send me my money?
I had the money but I ran
into a clothing store on my way here
and I fell for a great faded denim jacket
How much? 800 francs
Let me have a look
You paid 800 francs for that!
Are you fucking kidding me?
You got screwed, fatty!
200 francs left, I take it!
Sit on my lap!
Jot it down: to be or not to be
« not »! « not »! not « note »!
Not: N-O-T
Ok, that’s good!
Now try writing « Shakespeare »
Not like that, damn it! Just like
it sounds! write down "sha"
"kes", "pe", « are »,
« sha kes peare »
You wash your teeth with Miror!
It’s because you always suck your thumb
You are sucking alcohol!
You are out of your mind, cheeky girl!
She’s so much like a cat,
I tell her « mou » (= « lights »)
She’s so fat,
I tell her « you »
She’s so ugly,
I tell her « boo »
She’s such like a lady,
I tell her « you »
She’s such a lazy girl,
I tell her « do something, move it »
She’s sleeping,
I tell her « ouh! »
She jumps and pouts
She’s so dumb,
you have to explain everything to her
She’s such a twit, you have
to tell her where everything is
She’s so wimp
while my blood is boiling
I want to postpone it,
she tells me « no way »
She’s so demanding,
I tell her « time out »
and to have a break,
I read her a book by Proust
But she’s such a fool, I tell her
« come on, get a move on, go out! »
You didn’t get it? Beat it!
Hi sir
Take a seat
Not here! Here! Here! Here!
Get your stuff out!
Get your pencil box too
Your fly’s open. Sorry sir
Come on, write down
Sir, I want to pee.
Control yourself.
I also want to poop, sir
Jojo, can you explain me why
you want to poop everytime you come here?
It’s because of my four-hour snack
What are you having to eat?
A piece of bread and a chocolate bar
At what time? Three o’clock.
It’s not a four-hour snack:
it’s a three-hour snack!
In the canteen,
it’s as disgusting as at mom’s
They always prepared carrots, mashed
potatoes with water and codfish on Friday
Can you tell me why you’re so fat?
Talk about it!
You got that right, slick
Sir, it’s urgent.
Go ahead!
Don’t forget to flush the toilet this time.
Don’t dirty the wall.
There was no toilet paper
Yellow in front, brown in back
Are you alone? No, I’m not, I’m with Jojo.
He’s in the loo.
Did you get my pipes?
I bought you tobacco and roll-up paper.
That way, you’ll smoke less
You remember what the doctor said.
Fuck all the docs.
Hello ma’am
Finally you’re done taking a shit.
We can carry on with the reciting lesson
To dick or not to dick.
But what the hell?
What’s wrong with you?
To be! B-E! B-E! To be
How stupid you can be.
Blow your nose, it's full of snot
Ok sir
This is a girl! Repeat!
This is a girrrrl.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Do you want me to slap you?
Don’t worry young man
He’s all bark, no bite.
I know him well
Go ahead, take my job!
Hurry up!
This is a girl.
Perfect, it’s perfect
Jojo, it’s your turn
This is a girrrl.
I can’t believe it!
This, this, this,
like in the word oaSIS, THIS!
What is an « oasis »?
Nevermind, dickhead
It’s in the desert
oaSIS
Well I’m going to the hairdresser
THISSS
That’s what I’m talking about
That's enough. Put your stuff away.
I have an errand to run.
You'll put that away at home,
come on, it’s fine
Why are these fucking nymphs so late?
You know, I screw the small ones
and I fuck the tall ones
That’s what we have in common, my pet
I’m just joking
Sexually, I’m a loser.
All bitches
They want my dick
and I can’t perform anymore
It’s not true
It’s just with Aurore
that I can’t get a boner
I got a limp,
I fucked her too much
I’m sick of it
But you mustn’t repeat that,
I began to talk nonsense
Do you get it, fleabag?
You are here?
Sorry, I’m a little early,
my philosophy teacher was sick
What the fuck are you doing in my room?
You like this, don’t you?
You’ll have to wait,
you’re too young
Let me have a look to your marks
In Latin and Greek,
your results aren’t very good
In philo, your grades are fair.
What’s the topic? Pascal
This guy was always thinking
In math: zero! Well, it's not my field
In English: eleven out of twenty.
That’s good, you’re making progress
Thanks to whom? Thanks to me
You know, I didn’t tell you about it.
I’m writing a « scenar »
What is a « scenar »?
I mean a scenario
What is a scenario?
It’s like a novel
But with a scenario...
...you can make a movie
What is it about?
A guy who « flashes ».
A photographer?
Would you like to be an actress?
Are we still studying Shakespeare today?
Yeah, Shakespeare...
Fusilli a l'arrabiata
Don’t you want to eat?
Don’t worry, I eat on my own time
Hour difference
Aurore difference
Horror difference
Cynicism only affects cynics
It’s a boomerang effect
Personally, I don’t care
It’s like knowing the price of everything
and the value of nothing
I know. That's how you got me
I don’t agree.
I got you thanks to my dick
Are you sure?
Eat it!
That’s good. A spoonful for Jojo
Come on, eat!
One for Rosalie
One for Natacha
Are you attracted to her? You’re not in
the same category: you’re a heavyweight
Mucho jamon por dos huevos:
lots of ham for two balls
I don’t know your games
The more I think, the less I understand.
I’m just doing my toenails
I see, but I don’t see why
You say « why » but in your mind
it’s « for whom », isn’t it?
Yesterday when you went out
you had a spun sock on your left leg
And when you went back,
it was on your right leg
You’re implying
I’m turning tricks.
Regarding our financial
situation, it could be a good idea
I could stop teaching to these little
assholes and these little girls
Swinging between Miller and Baudelaire
50 francs for a blowjob
200 francs for a handjob
2000 francs for an irregular relationship
and 10.000 to have it all.
What do you mean by « having it all »?
That’s what we had three years ago.
Four.
What do you mean?
Four years
What a memory!
I hope you destroyed the super-8 movies
You're kidding, I kept them all.
Archival and historic documents!
We call this nostalgia, comrade
Did you hide my gun?
No I didn’t, it’s still here
Where?
Intellectuals should never play with guns.
Don’t worry my dear
Only womenfolks can chose
to make an overdose
of sleeping pills.
Keeping their phone…
close to her, to be certain to survive
Hello darling, quickly call the doctor,
I messed up
For heaven’s sake,
don’t let me die
And after the stomach wash,
here we go!
I love the smell of acetone
It reminds me the smell in the hospitals.
Fine, I’ve heard that story before.
To be or not to be.
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler
in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms
against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them
Do you know what follows? Translation!
To be or not to be, that is the question.
Perfect
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer,
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing end them
To die to sleep, no more
and by a sleep
to say we end the heart-ache
and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to
T’is a consummation devoutly
to be wish'd
To die, to sleep,
perchance to dream—ay
there's the rub
For in that sleep of death
what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off
this mortal coil
Must give us pause
There’s the respect that makes
calamity of so long life
For who would bear the whips
and scorns of time
The oppressor’s wrong,
the proud man’s contumely. Well done
The pangs of dispriz’d love
he law’s delay,
the insolence of office
and the spurns that patient merit
of the unworthy takes
When he himself might his quietus
make with a bare bodkin?
It’s fine, go on
who would fardels bear, to grunt
and sweat under a weary life
But that the dread
of something after death
The undiscover’d country
from whose bourn no traveller returns
puzzles the will, and makes us
rather bear those ills
we have, than fly to others
that we know not of
Very good
Thus conscience
does make cowards of us all
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er
with the pale cast of thought
And enterprises of great pith
and moment, with this regard
their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action
Soft you now! The fair Ophelia!
Nymph, in thy orisons
be all my sins remember’d
It’s very good
You’re a senior, didn’t you learn
the spelling of « entregent »
If you’re waiting
diamonds to come to you
You might as well die
Every night you’re crying
pearls of melancholy
Crying is useless
in front of the jewelry store window
No need to cry
these ornaments are priceless
Nothing beats to have a man
At least to get over one’s desire
Look behind you, darling
Your golden necklace is running away
You can only count on you
Hurry while you’re still pretty
In the eyes of all these old trashes
Your youth is priceless. Wait a minute…
You lecher
I'm gonna tell my dad
Tell about it
Beat it, I’m sick of you
Scumbag, bastard, slut
You’re the one touching
my daughter’s tits? Who are you?
I’m Rosalie’s and Natacha’s father,
did you get it?
And since I’m a gentleman
and Natacha’s still a virgin
‘cause I got her fingered by a doctor,
I’m gonna rat you out to the cops
I’m a zinc worker,
I know about clinking
Come on…
And you’ll go to the clink for good
I’m taking one for the road.
We can celebrate, can’t we?
Hurry up, I’m sleepy.
It’s my homework for tomorrow
Where did you stop?
«I was rudely shaken…
… unfreshed.
I then descended to the school-room »
I forgot the rest.
I read you the rest
« Boys are cruel, and delight in cruelty
acting under the oppression
of their absolute masters
All that is evil in them is called forth
all that is good is repressed
They remember the tricks,
all brutish, that were played on them
the gibes at their simplicity
and they will not allow a new comer
to escape from the ordeal
Boys at school are taught selfishness
cunning and cruelty
he who retains a touch of kindliness
is their fool »
What is it? It’s Mr. Stan’s picture.
Where did you get it?
I stole it from him.
Look at his face: so ugly!
You’ve had a crush on him?
Are you nuts?
I prefer James Dean,
I find him fucking hot
Well, he’s dead
He has something in common with him:
he’s a living corpse
I don’t like him, he smells like death
You’re so harsh
I admit he’s getting a little handsy,
it’s all in good fun though
That’s what he did to you? Stop it!
Fuck you,
I’m not a dyke (a « stamp gluer »)
What do you mean?
She’s a girl who loves girls
The orchestra was playing a beautiful tango
He was holding his love in his arms
I took a knife on the table
And...
my revenge was cruel
Yes, it was
I was wasted
I made a mistake
I killed my gigolo
my dear friends
Like a naughty girl
I stuck my knife in his belly
Give me some coke
to disturb my mind
my spirit flies away
to the Lord
where my sweetheart
drove me crazy
You know,
despite appearences,
I am...
an intellectual
Here’s the proof
I know
the sorcerers who summon the jets
in the jungle of New Guinea
They're scanning the zenith
greedy for guineas
through cargo looting
On the Coral sea,
as the plane passes,
These smart creatures
These Papuans hope
the clouds will cause…
the accident of the Viscount
and of the Comet
As their totem…
never succeeds in shooting down
neither a Boeing nor even a DC-4
they’re hoping for a hijacking
or a bird accident
These naive shipwreckers
armed with blowguns
do not respect the cargo cult
blowing in their sarbacane
towards the sky and planes
Keep it down, you get on my nerves
with your bullshit
I got enough on my mind
Come on, you’ll be out soon
You’ll just stay under custody
I took it for life
I’ve already served five years
Five « musical » years.
What do you mean by « musical »?
Because of the beans, dickhead
With the remission of penalty…
if I keep my nose clean,
I’m going to stay…
another 10 years in this prison world
I’ll fill you in
and not with Chanel perfume
You were just playing doctors and nurses
Well, what do you know?
You’re not a horndog like I used to be
To defend myself here,
I have only Five-Fingered Mary
After fucking them like a beast
I used to take my six-blade knife
« made in swissland »
I used to take the tallest one
I’m not talking about the girl
but about the blade
And I cut her throat
Do you know how I got caught?
A damn dog dug up a human tibia
in my garden
Do you know
what the judge told me in court?
Why did you put the victims in a chair
after cutting their throat?
And I foolishly answered
« I used to go for a walk
after the murder
And I just like knowing
that someone was waiting
for me when I came back »
Goldberg, you have a visitor,
come quick!
you came to see the wild animals
Pay attention
The Metro Goldwyn Mayer lion
Any news about my script?
I read a couple of pages
but I don’t think they’re gonna pay for it
Everybody is fucking everywhere
If you came just to throw jokes at me,
it wasn’t worth the trip
Beat it, I’m sick of you
I told your students you were in the
hospital. In a psychiatric hospital…
You should see the poet they put me with
Have you ever heard of
Antonin (M)Artaud (= hammer)
You changed your lipstick
Only Jojo was worried about you
And what about Natacha? No news
Is that all?
I almost forgot, I brought you
Shakespeare’s books
Othello, Macbeth,
The King Lear, Richard III
My kingdom for a horse,
my dick for a horse kingdom
Why didn’t you bring Hamlet?
I was already in a deep shit
and you put my head in the bowl
Othello, Macbeth, The King Lear,
you can shove them up your ass
You see what I mean, bitch!
Goldberg be quiet or I’ll put you
in solitary. Shut the fuck up!
It’s going to get stormy.
And Aurore is getting corny
High-class joke!
Stop your bullshit, I’m not in the mood
I’ll tell you something:
I’m starting to get you
In what way?
When you speak about cutting throats
Squeak!
Your name is Natacha, isn’t it?
Come, come closer.
Don’t be afraid, sit down
You’re pretty,
as fresh as morning dew
You didn’t go to jail to see him?
You could have at least
sent him flowers
But do you even know
the language of flowers?
So, listen to me:
Absinthe: absence, bitterness
Acacia: elegance, the desire to please
Almond tree: sweetness, recklessness
Amaryllis: artifice
Hawthorn: be careful
Camelia: beauty without pretension
Lily of the valley: end of sorrows,
back to happiness
Forget it!
Myosotis: forget-me-not
Narcissus: selfishness, vanity
Water lily: coldness
Carnation: whim
Orange tree: virginity
No one’s touched you yet, I assume
Except Stan who brushed you
like a flower
Orchid: refinement
Poppy: sleep, dream, lethargy
Pansy: recollection
Reseda: tenderness
Tuberose: desire, voluptuousness
Violet: modesty
Convolvulus: the desire to please
You’re eager to please, aren’t you?
I’d rather think of you as a plant
I think of you as a nettle
It secretes an acrid liquid
containing formic acid
And touching it is painful
Go away!
Aurore?
She’s not here
Where is this fucking idiot?
Whore perfume
Fuck!
Stan, you really disgut me
By the way, your script sucks
At least according to
the producers and myself...
Movies aren’t your thing
I found a waitressing job
at a shitty bar where I get paid peanuts...
I’ll try to make a future for myself
by forgetting this miserable past
I took the lace tablecloth
Mom gave you for your birthday...
And also the Chinese porcelain
coffee cups and silverware
I leave you the crystal glasses
for your fucking vodka
Goodbye Stan, poor schmuck.
So long baby and good luck. Aurore.
Bitch!
Here is high society
Hi Stan. Hi
Do you want the last news?
The bitch took off. Did she?
Is that final?
So it’s over
You worked hard for it, did you?
I hadn't fucked
this whore in six months
Do you want me
to let you into the secret?
In my last few attempts,
I went floppy inside her
What is the life of senses:
an alternative movement
which goes from appetite to disgust
and from disgust to appetite
The uncertain soul always floats
between renewed ardour
and slowing down ardour
But in this perpetual movement
we never tire of being entertained
by the image of a wandering freedom
According to Bossuet
quoted by Flaubert's defense attorney
at Madame Bovary's trial
It rocks, it’s awesome
It’s a shocker
I don't want to hurt your feelings,
but vodka is best drunk cold
I’m sorry. Since I was in prison
and my wife is gone,
the fridge had time to defrost
Stan the flasher
What did you say?
A « flasher »
which derives from the word « flash »
an American word
Literal translation: exhibitionist
A morbid obsession
that causes some people
to impulsively flaunt their genitals
preferably in front of the little girls
naked under a trenchcoat or,
if one prefers, a raincoat
I've done this a couple of times,
I don't know what came over me
How do you know that?
You're the one who told me
one night when we were drunk
It's fun, it's fun
I won another 3000 fcs in a poker game.
Of course, you're cheating
This way, it's easy
Actually
First you have to be skillful
and then you must find suckers
To be or not to be
Question, answer
Natacha?
Natacunt, natacunt...
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler
in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms
against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them
To die to sleep,
no more
and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache
and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd
To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay,
there's the rub
For in that sleep of death
what dreams may come
When we have shuffled
off this mortal coil
Must... Must give us pause
Sir, I'm in sixth grade
You are confusing me with my sister
Natacha who's a senior
Your father already owes me three lessons
Seven lessons if we included Natacha’s.
When does he send me my money?
I had the money but I ran
into a clothing store on my way here
and I fell for a great faded denim jacket
How much? 800 francs
Let me have a look
You paid 800 francs for that!
Are you fucking kidding me?
You got screwed, fatty!
200 francs left, I take it!
Sit on my lap!
Jot it down: to be or not to be
« not »! « not »! not « note »!
Not: N-O-T
Ok, that’s good!
Now try writing « Shakespeare »
Not like that, damn it! Just like
it sounds! write down "sha"
"kes", "pe", « are »,
« sha kes peare »
You wash your teeth with Miror!
It’s because you always suck your thumb
You are sucking alcohol!
You are out of your mind, cheeky girl!
She’s so much like a cat,
I tell her « mou » (= « lights »)
She’s so fat,
I tell her « you »
She’s so ugly,
I tell her « boo »
She’s such like a lady,
I tell her « you »
She’s such a lazy girl,
I tell her « do something, move it »
She’s sleeping,
I tell her « ouh! »
She jumps and pouts
She’s so dumb,
you have to explain everything to her
She’s such a twit, you have
to tell her where everything is
She’s so wimp
while my blood is boiling
I want to postpone it,
she tells me « no way »
She’s so demanding,
I tell her « time out »
and to have a break,
I read her a book by Proust
But she’s such a fool, I tell her
« come on, get a move on, go out! »
You didn’t get it? Beat it!
Hi sir
Take a seat
Not here! Here! Here! Here!
Get your stuff out!
Get your pencil box too
Your fly’s open. Sorry sir
Come on, write down
Sir, I want to pee.
Control yourself.
I also want to poop, sir
Jojo, can you explain me why
you want to poop everytime you come here?
It’s because of my four-hour snack
What are you having to eat?
A piece of bread and a chocolate bar
At what time? Three o’clock.
It’s not a four-hour snack:
it’s a three-hour snack!
In the canteen,
it’s as disgusting as at mom’s
They always prepared carrots, mashed
potatoes with water and codfish on Friday
Can you tell me why you’re so fat?
Talk about it!
You got that right, slick
Sir, it’s urgent.
Go ahead!
Don’t forget to flush the toilet this time.
Don’t dirty the wall.
There was no toilet paper
Yellow in front, brown in back
Are you alone? No, I’m not, I’m with Jojo.
He’s in the loo.
Did you get my pipes?
I bought you tobacco and roll-up paper.
That way, you’ll smoke less
You remember what the doctor said.
Fuck all the docs.
Hello ma’am
Finally you’re done taking a shit.
We can carry on with the reciting lesson
To dick or not to dick.
But what the hell?
What’s wrong with you?
To be! B-E! B-E! To be
How stupid you can be.
Blow your nose, it's full of snot
Ok sir
This is a girl! Repeat!
This is a girrrrl.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Do you want me to slap you?
Don’t worry young man
He’s all bark, no bite.
I know him well
Go ahead, take my job!
Hurry up!
This is a girl.
Perfect, it’s perfect
Jojo, it’s your turn
This is a girrrl.
I can’t believe it!
This, this, this,
like in the word oaSIS, THIS!
What is an « oasis »?
Nevermind, dickhead
It’s in the desert
oaSIS
Well I’m going to the hairdresser
THISSS
That’s what I’m talking about
That's enough. Put your stuff away.
I have an errand to run.
You'll put that away at home,
come on, it’s fine
Why are these fucking nymphs so late?
You know, I screw the small ones
and I fuck the tall ones
That’s what we have in common, my pet
I’m just joking
Sexually, I’m a loser.
All bitches
They want my dick
and I can’t perform anymore
It’s not true
It’s just with Aurore
that I can’t get a boner
I got a limp,
I fucked her too much
I’m sick of it
But you mustn’t repeat that,
I began to talk nonsense
Do you get it, fleabag?
You are here?
Sorry, I’m a little early,
my philosophy teacher was sick
What the fuck are you doing in my room?
You like this, don’t you?
You’ll have to wait,
you’re too young
Let me have a look to your marks
In Latin and Greek,
your results aren’t very good
In philo, your grades are fair.
What’s the topic? Pascal
This guy was always thinking
In math: zero! Well, it's not my field
In English: eleven out of twenty.
That’s good, you’re making progress
Thanks to whom? Thanks to me
You know, I didn’t tell you about it.
I’m writing a « scenar »
What is a « scenar »?
I mean a scenario
What is a scenario?
It’s like a novel
But with a scenario...
...you can make a movie
What is it about?
A guy who « flashes ».
A photographer?
Would you like to be an actress?
Are we still studying Shakespeare today?
Yeah, Shakespeare...
Fusilli a l'arrabiata
Don’t you want to eat?
Don’t worry, I eat on my own time
Hour difference
Aurore difference
Horror difference
Cynicism only affects cynics
It’s a boomerang effect
Personally, I don’t care
It’s like knowing the price of everything
and the value of nothing
I know. That's how you got me
I don’t agree.
I got you thanks to my dick
Are you sure?
Eat it!
That’s good. A spoonful for Jojo
Come on, eat!
One for Rosalie
One for Natacha
Are you attracted to her? You’re not in
the same category: you’re a heavyweight
Mucho jamon por dos huevos:
lots of ham for two balls
I don’t know your games
The more I think, the less I understand.
I’m just doing my toenails
I see, but I don’t see why
You say « why » but in your mind
it’s « for whom », isn’t it?
Yesterday when you went out
you had a spun sock on your left leg
And when you went back,
it was on your right leg
You’re implying
I’m turning tricks.
Regarding our financial
situation, it could be a good idea
I could stop teaching to these little
assholes and these little girls
Swinging between Miller and Baudelaire
50 francs for a blowjob
200 francs for a handjob
2000 francs for an irregular relationship
and 10.000 to have it all.
What do you mean by « having it all »?
That’s what we had three years ago.
Four.
What do you mean?
Four years
What a memory!
I hope you destroyed the super-8 movies
You're kidding, I kept them all.
Archival and historic documents!
We call this nostalgia, comrade
Did you hide my gun?
No I didn’t, it’s still here
Where?
Intellectuals should never play with guns.
Don’t worry my dear
Only womenfolks can chose
to make an overdose
of sleeping pills.
Keeping their phone…
close to her, to be certain to survive
Hello darling, quickly call the doctor,
I messed up
For heaven’s sake,
don’t let me die
And after the stomach wash,
here we go!
I love the smell of acetone
It reminds me the smell in the hospitals.
Fine, I’ve heard that story before.
To be or not to be.
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler
in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms
against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them
Do you know what follows? Translation!
To be or not to be, that is the question.
Perfect
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer,
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing end them
To die to sleep, no more
and by a sleep
to say we end the heart-ache
and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to
T’is a consummation devoutly
to be wish'd
To die, to sleep,
perchance to dream—ay
there's the rub
For in that sleep of death
what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off
this mortal coil
Must give us pause
There’s the respect that makes
calamity of so long life
For who would bear the whips
and scorns of time
The oppressor’s wrong,
the proud man’s contumely. Well done
The pangs of dispriz’d love
he law’s delay,
the insolence of office
and the spurns that patient merit
of the unworthy takes
When he himself might his quietus
make with a bare bodkin?
It’s fine, go on
who would fardels bear, to grunt
and sweat under a weary life
But that the dread
of something after death
The undiscover’d country
from whose bourn no traveller returns
puzzles the will, and makes us
rather bear those ills
we have, than fly to others
that we know not of
Very good
Thus conscience
does make cowards of us all
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er
with the pale cast of thought
And enterprises of great pith
and moment, with this regard
their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action
Soft you now! The fair Ophelia!
Nymph, in thy orisons
be all my sins remember’d
It’s very good
You’re a senior, didn’t you learn
the spelling of « entregent »
If you’re waiting
diamonds to come to you
You might as well die
Every night you’re crying
pearls of melancholy
Crying is useless
in front of the jewelry store window
No need to cry
these ornaments are priceless
Nothing beats to have a man
At least to get over one’s desire
Look behind you, darling
Your golden necklace is running away
You can only count on you
Hurry while you’re still pretty
In the eyes of all these old trashes
Your youth is priceless. Wait a minute…
You lecher
I'm gonna tell my dad
Tell about it
Beat it, I’m sick of you
Scumbag, bastard, slut
You’re the one touching
my daughter’s tits? Who are you?
I’m Rosalie’s and Natacha’s father,
did you get it?
And since I’m a gentleman
and Natacha’s still a virgin
‘cause I got her fingered by a doctor,
I’m gonna rat you out to the cops
I’m a zinc worker,
I know about clinking
Come on…
And you’ll go to the clink for good
I’m taking one for the road.
We can celebrate, can’t we?
Hurry up, I’m sleepy.
It’s my homework for tomorrow
Where did you stop?
«I was rudely shaken…
… unfreshed.
I then descended to the school-room »
I forgot the rest.
I read you the rest
« Boys are cruel, and delight in cruelty
acting under the oppression
of their absolute masters
All that is evil in them is called forth
all that is good is repressed
They remember the tricks,
all brutish, that were played on them
the gibes at their simplicity
and they will not allow a new comer
to escape from the ordeal
Boys at school are taught selfishness
cunning and cruelty
he who retains a touch of kindliness
is their fool »
What is it? It’s Mr. Stan’s picture.
Where did you get it?
I stole it from him.
Look at his face: so ugly!
You’ve had a crush on him?
Are you nuts?
I prefer James Dean,
I find him fucking hot
Well, he’s dead
He has something in common with him:
he’s a living corpse
I don’t like him, he smells like death
You’re so harsh
I admit he’s getting a little handsy,
it’s all in good fun though
That’s what he did to you? Stop it!
Fuck you,
I’m not a dyke (a « stamp gluer »)
What do you mean?
She’s a girl who loves girls
The orchestra was playing a beautiful tango
He was holding his love in his arms
I took a knife on the table
And...
my revenge was cruel
Yes, it was
I was wasted
I made a mistake
I killed my gigolo
my dear friends
Like a naughty girl
I stuck my knife in his belly
Give me some coke
to disturb my mind
my spirit flies away
to the Lord
where my sweetheart
drove me crazy
You know,
despite appearences,
I am...
an intellectual
Here’s the proof
I know
the sorcerers who summon the jets
in the jungle of New Guinea
They're scanning the zenith
greedy for guineas
through cargo looting
On the Coral sea,
as the plane passes,
These smart creatures
These Papuans hope
the clouds will cause…
the accident of the Viscount
and of the Comet
As their totem…
never succeeds in shooting down
neither a Boeing nor even a DC-4
they’re hoping for a hijacking
or a bird accident
These naive shipwreckers
armed with blowguns
do not respect the cargo cult
blowing in their sarbacane
towards the sky and planes
Keep it down, you get on my nerves
with your bullshit
I got enough on my mind
Come on, you’ll be out soon
You’ll just stay under custody
I took it for life
I’ve already served five years
Five « musical » years.
What do you mean by « musical »?
Because of the beans, dickhead
With the remission of penalty…
if I keep my nose clean,
I’m going to stay…
another 10 years in this prison world
I’ll fill you in
and not with Chanel perfume
You were just playing doctors and nurses
Well, what do you know?
You’re not a horndog like I used to be
To defend myself here,
I have only Five-Fingered Mary
After fucking them like a beast
I used to take my six-blade knife
« made in swissland »
I used to take the tallest one
I’m not talking about the girl
but about the blade
And I cut her throat
Do you know how I got caught?
A damn dog dug up a human tibia
in my garden
Do you know
what the judge told me in court?
Why did you put the victims in a chair
after cutting their throat?
And I foolishly answered
« I used to go for a walk
after the murder
And I just like knowing
that someone was waiting
for me when I came back »
Goldberg, you have a visitor,
come quick!
you came to see the wild animals
Pay attention
The Metro Goldwyn Mayer lion
Any news about my script?
I read a couple of pages
but I don’t think they’re gonna pay for it
Everybody is fucking everywhere
If you came just to throw jokes at me,
it wasn’t worth the trip
Beat it, I’m sick of you
I told your students you were in the
hospital. In a psychiatric hospital…
You should see the poet they put me with
Have you ever heard of
Antonin (M)Artaud (= hammer)
You changed your lipstick
Only Jojo was worried about you
And what about Natacha? No news
Is that all?
I almost forgot, I brought you
Shakespeare’s books
Othello, Macbeth,
The King Lear, Richard III
My kingdom for a horse,
my dick for a horse kingdom
Why didn’t you bring Hamlet?
I was already in a deep shit
and you put my head in the bowl
Othello, Macbeth, The King Lear,
you can shove them up your ass
You see what I mean, bitch!
Goldberg be quiet or I’ll put you
in solitary. Shut the fuck up!
It’s going to get stormy.
And Aurore is getting corny
High-class joke!
Stop your bullshit, I’m not in the mood
I’ll tell you something:
I’m starting to get you
In what way?
When you speak about cutting throats
Squeak!
Your name is Natacha, isn’t it?
Come, come closer.
Don’t be afraid, sit down
You’re pretty,
as fresh as morning dew
You didn’t go to jail to see him?
You could have at least
sent him flowers
But do you even know
the language of flowers?
So, listen to me:
Absinthe: absence, bitterness
Acacia: elegance, the desire to please
Almond tree: sweetness, recklessness
Amaryllis: artifice
Hawthorn: be careful
Camelia: beauty without pretension
Lily of the valley: end of sorrows,
back to happiness
Forget it!
Myosotis: forget-me-not
Narcissus: selfishness, vanity
Water lily: coldness
Carnation: whim
Orange tree: virginity
No one’s touched you yet, I assume
Except Stan who brushed you
like a flower
Orchid: refinement
Poppy: sleep, dream, lethargy
Pansy: recollection
Reseda: tenderness
Tuberose: desire, voluptuousness
Violet: modesty
Convolvulus: the desire to please
You’re eager to please, aren’t you?
I’d rather think of you as a plant
I think of you as a nettle
It secretes an acrid liquid
containing formic acid
And touching it is painful
Go away!
Aurore?
She’s not here
Where is this fucking idiot?
Whore perfume
Fuck!
Stan, you really disgut me
By the way, your script sucks
At least according to
the producers and myself...
Movies aren’t your thing
I found a waitressing job
at a shitty bar where I get paid peanuts...
I’ll try to make a future for myself
by forgetting this miserable past
I took the lace tablecloth
Mom gave you for your birthday...
And also the Chinese porcelain
coffee cups and silverware
I leave you the crystal glasses
for your fucking vodka
Goodbye Stan, poor schmuck.
So long baby and good luck. Aurore.
Bitch!
Here is high society
Hi Stan. Hi
Do you want the last news?
The bitch took off. Did she?
Is that final?
So it’s over
You worked hard for it, did you?
I hadn't fucked
this whore in six months
Do you want me
to let you into the secret?
In my last few attempts,
I went floppy inside her
What is the life of senses:
an alternative movement
which goes from appetite to disgust
and from disgust to appetite
The uncertain soul always floats
between renewed ardour
and slowing down ardour
But in this perpetual movement
we never tire of being entertained
by the image of a wandering freedom
According to Bossuet
quoted by Flaubert's defense attorney
at Madame Bovary's trial
It rocks, it’s awesome
It’s a shocker
I don't want to hurt your feelings,
but vodka is best drunk cold
I’m sorry. Since I was in prison
and my wife is gone,
the fridge had time to defrost
Stan the flasher
What did you say?
A « flasher »
which derives from the word « flash »
an American word
Literal translation: exhibitionist
A morbid obsession
that causes some people
to impulsively flaunt their genitals
preferably in front of the little girls
naked under a trenchcoat or,
if one prefers, a raincoat
I've done this a couple of times,
I don't know what came over me
How do you know that?
You're the one who told me
one night when we were drunk
It's fun, it's fun
I won another 3000 fcs in a poker game.
Of course, you're cheating
This way, it's easy
Actually
First you have to be skillful
and then you must find suckers
To be or not to be
Question, answer
Natacha?
Natacunt, natacunt...