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- A cock's nothing? Depends whose!

- You know what I mean.

Don't let it dominate...

Having feelings isn't a crime.

Feelings are noble.

A cock's just icky!

- Maybe...

- It's icky.

Just dipping your wick? I'm gone.

Think with your cock? Stop.

Think with your heart? Stay?

Your kid'll prefer

seeing her mom and dad

happy but separated, rather than

together, fighting like cat and dog.

Believe me.

You know how crazy we are.

Even apart, We won't take it easy.

Forget it then.

Forget it, it's over.

Seriously, do you love her?

- Of course he does.

- Absolutely.

So be honest,

say you need time to think,

just a few days.

You can stay at mine if you want.

Cline loves you.

I love you guys,

but you're always copulating.

Tell me about your Iovelife,

not my hubby.

I quit.

I'm sick of getting laid.

Until I find the one,

total abstinence.

Brilliant!

What's funny?

I want a relationship.

Romance, love, all that.

Not getting my rocks off.

How do you explain Rachida?

Not Rachida!

What?

Arabs voted for Sarkozy, too.

Or he wouldn't have won.

Not me, no way.

So he could send me "back"? Look at me!

He was still elected president.

Which proves?

What does it prove?

It doesn't give him every right.

He was Treasury Secretary,

Interior Minister...

Look at his legal reforms. A mess!

He's always the first to step up

to defend the police.

But we've never had such a bad rap.

People think we don't protect them,

that we're no use.

- As always.

- Not as always.

Except, before, we were their lackeys.

- Bamako...

- We couldn't speak out!

Let me get a word in!

You'll have your say

when you're an officer.

That's pathetic.

Like it or lump it.

Have you any idea...

Have you any idea

how ridiculous that is? No offense.

I've no desire to offend you,

but pulling rank

when I'm merely expressing an opinion...

Know what? You're a good talker.

You've got the gift of the gab,

the right words,

but your arguments just suck.

You're the one

with the killer argument...

This is what happens

when it's not about sex. He's bored.

You're ostracizing me just...

Don't understand!

He doesn't understand "ostracize."

You're isolating me.

Say "sideline" not "ostracize"!

I'm his translator.

I'm sorry,

you all have your own identity,

you're all different,

you respect each other's identity.

I don't see why the way I talk

stops you respecting me.

- Talk normal!

- Talk normally?

Yo, blow me right here. C'mon, man!

We gonna get us laid!

Check out that clit sh*t!

Fine, but it gets on my nerves.

Hold on, I haven't finished.

Know what?

Peas first, booze after.

I hate that. Cut it out.

- Slow down then.

- I hate it.

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