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Well , if my lady would

like to follow me now.

Not bad , your loft!

- You like it?

- Yes!

The previous owner was great.

- Do you want something to drink?

- Sure .

Super!

lt may not be cold ,

but it makes bubbles.

l can't drink from the can ,

do you have a straw?

A straw?

- You know, a bent straw?

- Bent straw?

Bent, very chic!

lt looks like Raquel !

Actually, l'm not surprised . . .

. . .the former landlord had

a car crash , with these paintings!

Son of a gun ! Not bad , Saint Jules.

Here , that's all l have . Bent.

That's what you call bent?

Well , yes, bent.

That's the most bent thing l have .

- What's wrong?

- lt stinks of gasoline .

lt's a radiator hose .

Then , of course , it's normal .

ls this your magra?

Nagra . . . N . . . !

How does it work?

What are you doing?

No , don't touch .

This is sacred !

No , you can't touch this.

You're really picky. l'm not

going to eat your Nagra !

Well , this is Swiss and

it's very precise .

Tanagra . You sure look Swiss.

lt's her?

ls it her, Cynthia Hawkins?

She's so beautiful !

Do you think so?

Yes, very beautiful .

Are you in love , Jules?

Of course not. l'm not in love .

- Yes, you're in love .

- No , l'm not.

Here , wait, you'll see .

Listen to her. Put this on .

Wait.

What are you doing with my watch?

But. . . my Skelton !

Don't cry, baby. l have

a much better one for you .

Just great for a little toad like you .

lt's a Rolex!

Yeah , my first steal .

Do you have any idea

what this is worth?

Yes.

Thank you , Jules.

lt's The Wally by Catalani .

lt takes place in the mountains.

A woman . . . she wants to die .

She is broken-hearted and she sings.

She says, ''l want to go away,

far away. . .

. . .where the clouds are golden ,

where the snow is white . . .

. . .you may never see me again ,

ever again .''

lt's tragic.

And at the end , she throws herself

down an avalanche corridor.

Such pathos! Super!

Listen , it's about to begin .

The orphans, the unemployed ,

the refugees, the unhappy in love . . .

Luck is a fickle mistress.

Beware !

Not on the ace of spades,

it's bad luck.

Grab her mane . . .

a gift for the winner. . .

. . . my regards to the loser.

Try your luck while the

wheel is turning !

Yes, madam , it turns. . .

You see !

A win for the young lady.

You see , l told you .

Come on , let's go .

lt's Beethoven . We already

have him on the mantle .

Come on , l said !

l don't like Beethoven .

How cool !

She has such a voice !

Can you lend it to me?

- Yes, but you must give it back.

- l swear.

Do you know what time it is?

You do this to me again and

l drop you off on the road .

With your Vietcong !

Look, don't yell at me !

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