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Paul screw her from behind.
And that was all?
Then we watched each
other masturbate.
Then Paul cried:
To the kitchen, pussies!
- What for?
- I'm telling you.
a dish of milk for the cat.
Monique said:
What will youbet me to sit in the dish?
I bet you wouldn't dare, said Paul.
She climbed on the sink,
level with the fridge,
and sat in the dish.
Never taking her eyes off us,
she ordered us to masturbate.
Is that all?
Paul told me to stop
just as I was coming...
...and to climb up
on the sink, too...
...and kneel in front of Monique.
Then he took an egg from the fridge.
I licked Monique's p*ssy,
in the milk...
...and he put an egg
between my buttocks.
When I came the egg broke
and ran down my legs.
- Is this true, or a nightmare?
- I don't know.
I adore you, Corinne.
Come and work me up.
SATURDAY:
10:
00 AMHurry up, or the highway
will be jammed.
I'll show you!
Get a move on!
Hey, mister!
What make is this junker?
- Get lost.
know what it is.
It's a crapped-out Facel.
As crapped-out as your wife.
A crapped-out Facel!
They've damaged the Dauphine.
What is it?
It's fine.
Mom, they've damaged the Dauphine!
- Particulars must be exchanged.
- I'll kick your particulars!
Mom!
- Want some money? Shut up, then.
- Thanks.
Hey, 8805!
See what you've done to my car?
- Your car's all right.
The bumper's dented.
Bumpers are made to be bumped.
Just because your father-in-law
owns the building...
Just because you've got a dress
from Chez Dolores...
Give me your details.
Georges!
Give me the paint thing
from the trunk.
Toffee-nosed little b*tch!
- I've had enough.
- Stop it.
Stop it, that's enough!
Bastard! Sh*t-heap! Communist!
SATURDAY:
11:
00 AM1:
40 PM2:
10 PMThe Internationale
Unites the human race...
Go on, then, telephone to Oinville.
If you drove faster,
we wouldn't be late.
I'll drive the way I please.
We must pick up Father from the clinic.
Mother mustn't arrange it.
They're a real drag.
I know, but if Papa dictates
a new will into his tape recorder...
It wouldn't be valid.
Maybe not, but don't risk losing
your winter holiday in Mexico.
Or it'll take forever.
Of course not.
Don't worry, it'll work out.
Then why have we put poison in his
grub every Saturday for five years?
Ring and say the highway's blocked
and we'll be late.
See what happened to that Triumph?
If only it were Papa and Mama.
You bourgeois turd!
You stupid hick!
Parisian b*tch!
THE CLASS STRUGGLE
You killed the man I love!
Why drive so fast?
This isn't St. Tropez.
You can't stand us having money
when you don't, can you?
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