Lolo

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~ Lolo (2015) ~

(For French spoken releases.)

[Including song lyrics and few annotations]

Music to Watch Girls By

Andy Williams

The boys watch the girls

while the girls watch the boys

who watch the girls go by.

Eye to eye,

they solemnly convene

to make the scene.

Which is the name of the game,

watch a guy watch a dame

on any street in town.

"What's that sound?"

each time you hear a loud

collective sigh.

They're making music

to watch girls by.

Guys talk "girl talk",

it happens everywhere.

Eyes watch girls walk

with tender lovin' care.

It's keepin' track of the pack

watching them watching back.

That makes the world go 'round.

Eye to eye,

they solemnly convene

to make the scene.

La, la, la, la...

[... attenuated song]

[effects "head under water"]

- It's seawater.

- You think?

- It's warm, at least.

- Yes.

What's in the pool?

Fucus.

[A brown algae]

Remove the fat, firms the muscles.

Ideal for what we have.

- What do we have?

- 45 years of ages.

Ar...

It's like germ soup.

Think how many people peed in here today.

You're nuts!

Nobody pees in here.

What's with the spurt of water

up my p*ssy? It sucks.

It's meant to do that.

I don't like it.

It's great.

A p*ssy massage, so relaxing.

- When did you last get laid?

- Give me a break.

I have other priorities besides men.

You're just obsessed.

Not a bit.

I'm a much deeper person.

- I don't have to tell you everything.

- Yeah?

Seriously, add up all the nights

you had a man in your bed,

it won't total to one year

since Lolo's dad bailed.

Don't exaggerate.

There've been other men.

Hardly.

You're right, it's not normal.

It only I could find a guy

to share magic moments with.

"Magic moments"?

Excuse me while I shoot myself.

Enough of being groped by water!

Two weeks at a spa

and I haven't lost a kilo.

Pisses me off.

Hold on,

I gotta take a piss.

Gross!

Damn weather!

It's done being sunny, it rains.

The whole region's getting me down.

That's the country side for you.

Talk something else.

Oh!

What's the commotion there?

Aw. A child drowned!

You're a mess, my dear.

Seriously! I can't look!

No, it's a tuna!

One heck of a tuna.

It's Grard and Jean-Ren.

You know them?

Grard was married to Nicole.

Jean-Ren is Sabine's father.

She was at school with Clmentine.

- He's divorced too.

- Fascinating.

Hey, boys!

"Hey, boys"?

- They're coming over!

- Obviously.

- What a beauty!

- Check it out.

- Okay?

- And you?

I'm Ariane, her sister.

- From Paris?

- Exactly.

Her friend, Violette.

I'm so sorry.

You moron! My overalls!

It slipped.

I'll buy you a new one.

Forget it.

I have to go get changed now.

Sorry for the "moron".

It slipped out.

Heard the one about the blind guy

passing a fish market?

"Hey, girls!"

Subtle, very classy.

He's sorry.

It was funny.

We can use a laugh.

Are you going to eat all that

by yourself?

We'll make a evening of it.

You want to come?

No thanks.

It's full of mercury.

Omega-3? Count us in!

9 pm at Jean-Ren's?

You know the place?

Yes.

See you tonight.

Yes.

They're both single.

God-sent for you.

I can't stand guys

ruining my clothes.

Is it often?

One guy washed my

cashmere on hot.

I dumped him

after the 6th sweater.

It's time you get a cat.

Why?

Get a taste of what

your life will be.

You should bang Jean-Ren.

Are you kidding me?

Lower your standards.

I get Grard, the moron.

Granny always said:

"Boneheads bone better."

Jean-Ren's sweet

but most likely a bad lay.

How come?

His ex-wife Monique was his first.

Oh, practically a virgin.

What a bummer!

But at least clean.

Perfect for you.

Make the most of the vacation,

get your chimney swept.

The sweep's leaving.

Bye!

See you later!

Hello!

The red's a little...

It's happy.

I find red better for

younger ladies.

After 40, a pattern's better.

Hides the muffin top, too.

- The muffin top?

- Just there.

Do you mind!

After 40, it happens.

Nothing personal, it's hormonal.

Men don't like muffin tops.

You think a muffin top or two

will repel a man who loves you?

Research in Germany shows...

I saw a documentary about it.

Men are sick of bimbos.

They want chicks with a job,

opinions and muffin tops even.

The Merkel effect.

Now choose one and let's go.

That's much better.

Okay, I'll try it.

Sh*t!

My maid has the

exact same dress.

It's just fine.

Some liberal, ashamed of

her proletarian wardrobe.

My cleaner is 65.

Ah, you exploit a

little old lady?

Oh damn...

Wow, everything is there.

Hanging lights, water-resistant

tablecloth and sangria!

- Depressing. Let's bail.

- Drink!

So where's your Bourvil?

No sign of him.

Maybe we're too late and he's found

that special someone already.

Find him fast,

it's your last chance.

After this is Paris, work, and

spending the evenings with BFM.

[Brickell Fashion Market]

- Yes.

I don't see him anywhere.

Oh!

Total hick! Wearing socks

with sandals. Extremely ugly.

He's off the scale,

like deliberately repulsive.

Don't care, here goes...

Remember Granny.

"Bumpkins bone better."

Boneheads!

I decline all responsible.

- Good evening, Ariane.

- Good evening, Grard.

- I was just talking about you.

- I am delighted.

- Ah!

- Violette! Is that right?

- Yes.

- Can I have one?

- Sure.

Really sorry for this afternoon.

Nobody ever pulled the

tuna trick on me.

The tuna trick?

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