Cousin cousine

Cousins

Ridiculous of your mother

to marry on a Friday.

After we eat, I'll go to the office.

-Do what you want, darling.

Am I wearing too much make-up?

-As always.

Behave well, children.

Don't eat too much ice-cream, like

your cousins at aunt Angle's wedding.

And don't interrupt

any adults, Sylvie.

And no elbows on the table, Olivier.

A wedding is a serious matter.

Two flowers that have been reunited.

I'll sing something for you.

-Please don't. You can't sing.

Ok, then I'll show you my butt.

Is your father the cousin of my mother?

Can I tell you everything?

I'm only happy

during sleep therapy.

My first husband was a psychiatrist.

His name was George.

I owe everything to him.

Everything.

Little bastards. Go away.

Why do people who marry

invite their families?

They have no choice.

-Of course they do.

You're not obliged to come.

-But I like to.

I'm the cousin of the groom.

-I know that.

Uncle Gaston, the cycling champion,

lived with two women.

When one died,

the other one committed suicide.

So he had two funerals on one day.

Stphane, do you think uncle Eugne

is the daddy of your 2 year old cousin?

Well, he's not. Ask aunt

Marcelle who is.

And now...

-Enough talk. We're going home.

You can talk more in two months,

at Jocelyne's wedding.

I sprained my foot.

Bye, mum.

-Bye, sweetheart.

Have you seen Pascal?

-No.

Give him our regards. We're going.

I can't find them anywhere.

What a beautiful sunset.

My husband's car is gone already.

Have you been married long?

-Eight years.

Me eleven.

What does your husband do?

-He's a sales representative.

I work at an office as a secretary.

And you?

I'm a dancing teacher.

-Ballet?

No, I teach tango, tap-dancing, charleston...

How does one become a dancing teacher?

-By coincidence.

For fun.

I change jobs every three years.

-The moment you're doing well?

No, I don't go for success.

I have another year to go.

What will you do next?

I have a few ideas.

I'd like to cry,

but I can't.

I've never been able to cry.

I just can't.

Drink.

Come, let's dance.

Music, champagne, what a life.

Are we going, mummy? I've had it.

You're having fun, but it's not funny.

A bit longer, darling.

Do you have any children?

-A daughter, from my first marriage.

She was here, but she already left.

How old is she?

-Sixteen.

You're not bored, are you?

Has everybody left already?

Karine didn't know the local horticultural

school and she's a landscapist.

She works for the Parks Department.

-I know.

We had car trouble along the way

and it took us an hour to get back.

What?

Will you have dinner with us?

-I have to get up early to find trees.

F***ing car.

I came to bring your key.

-Keep it. Then you can always get in.

No, thanks.

It's getting too serious between us.

Do you understand?

You're right.

I'm busy.

Ok, bye then.

What's wrong?

I can't see you this week.

Or next week. Or ever again.

Did your wife find out?

-Yes, she did.

Goodbye, Nicole.

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Pascal, I'll be right there.

Everything alright at home?

-Yes.

Listen, Olga. The two of us...

Is that why you came?

Don't look like that.

Have you got a new girlfriend?

What's she like? Tell me.

You're so funny. I don't know

anybody as restless as you.

You can't come in.

Did you want to say something?

-No, nothing.

Don't be jealous. I just met him.

-Goodbye.

Gilberte, don't cry.

I'm a bastard.

Don't ask me why.

You won't cry?

I'll do what I want.

Get lost.

Marie-Thrse.

-F*** off.

You can't stand there

while we're moving.

Get out.

Get out.

-Listen to me...

How did you know where I work?

-From my uncle, your father-in-law.

It's a sensitive topic, but...

Don't get angry now.

Your husband.

Have you noticed anything

strange about your husband...

...since he knows my wife, Karine?

You don't know whether

he's still seeing her?

If he is, he doesn't say it.

No, but maybe you had

an idea.

And you?

-Well, you know, my wife...

She's still a child.

She goes from one

depression to the next.

Yesterday, I took her to a clinic

for sleep therapy.

Pascal. That's your

husband's name, right?

I found this on Karine's bedside table.

'To Pascal, in case something

happens to me.'

Maybe it's empty.

Karine likes to play pranks.

Maybe she's telling him off.

Do you have a lighter?

Burn it.

Do you like pastries?

-Very much.

Enough, we don't have that much time.

Have you been working for that office for long?

-Twelve years.

The address of my dancing school.

-Why? I'm not taking dancing lessons.

Tell me...

You change jobs every

three years, right?

What kind of work did you do before this?

-I was a mycologist.

I researched mushrooms

and wrote articles.

I discovered a rare Boletus parasitus.

I gave it to a museum.

-And before that?

Before that...

I played the trumpet

in a jazz band.

I looked for oil in Normandy,

with a friend.

But to no avail.

-It's two o'clock already.

You eat it. I have to go.

The sixth lesson is for free.

Good evening, darling. Everything ok?

You won't believe what I did.

I can't wait to tell you.

Do you want to have pasta or potatoes.

-Marthe?

You turned a blind eye. You were

admirable. You knew it.

I've taken a decision.

From now on you'll be the only one.

-We also need tomato sauce.

You don't seem to realise.

I was having affairs.

I broke them off, all of them.

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