Weekend Page #3
You can't stand us screwing on
the Riviera, screwing at ski-resorts!
Can't stand us throwing cash around
all year while you can't!
And in spring we go to Greece,
where dirty peasants like you...
...are thrown into jail along
No need to insult my tractor, miss.
I bet you don't even own it.
or a crummy cooperative.
Your foreign car!
Stolen, I bet!
The heir to the Robert factories
gave it to me because I screwed him.
You impotent bunch
are incapable of screwing!
The government screws you
and your twat of a tractor!
Without me and my tractor
Paul is dead!
He had the right of way.
Now he's dead.
Don't you be so sure.
He had the right.
He was handsome, young, rich.
He had the right over fat ones,
poor ones, old ones...
You shouldn't say that.
You wretched great sh*t heap, you!
Your cut-price tractor!
It cost plenty for someone
who toils with his hands.
And my Triumph? A total loss.
You don't give a damn, do you?
And now he's dead.
You think you can shrug it off,
do you? Well, I say you won't!
Witnesses!
We had right of way, didn't we?
Sorry, but we don't have the time.
You can't just leave like that.
We're all brothers, as Marx said.
You bastards!
Bastards!
Jews! Dirty Jews!
You're disgusting!
PHONY:
GRAPH:
Your shortcuts always waste time
and that means money.
Don't bother me.
When did civilization begin?
No, it's the landscape.
Anyway, I don't understand.
What?
Didn't you hear what he said?
We're all brothers, as Marx said.
It wasn't Marx.
Another communist said it.
Jesus said it.
Anyway, I agree with you.
I don't care, even if it's true.
These aren't the Middle Ages.
What's the time?
SATURDAY:
3:
00 PMSATURDAY:
4:
00 PMIf I humped your wife and hurt her,
would you call that a scratch?
Run them down.
Will it rain?
Certainly it will.
No, the sun's coming out.
I say it'll rain.
SATURDAY:
5:
00 PMCan you give me a lift?
- Get in.
- Joseph!
- To Mantes la Jolie?
- It's the other way.
- Then turn round.
- You're crazy.
Go on!
I said turn round!
Get in, Marie-Madeleine.
Hurry up!
Get a move on!
Stop!
Slowly!
- Get out! Hurry up!
- You're crazy!
Get in, quick!
Be careful!
THE EXTERMINATING ANGEL
Help!
Silence! Even God has His police.
Prove it!
Will you shut up?
- Prove it.
- Help!
Shut up!
Will you shut up?
Prove it how?
Well, we're married.
We screw legally.
I bet that's not true of you two.
That's it in a nutshell!
Tell me your name, Madame.
Me? Corinne Durand.
Durand's your husband's name.
What's yours?
My maiden name?
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