C.r.a.z.y. Page #3

Okay, I'll tell him.

Uncle Lucien's bleeding

has stopped.

Yes?

Well, I'll be damned.

Great. He'll be thrilled.

Yes. Thank you.

What is it?

Your lucky brother

is going to summer camp.

- What?!

I wasn't allowed to go at his age!

You got yours.

Stop complaining.

We've never sent our children

to camp.

He'll sleep there?

Of course. He'll make friends,

have lots of fun...

It'll be a good experience

for him.

- He'll always remember it.

- I don't wanna go.

Oh, come on.

I don't wanna go.

I don't wanna go!!!

God, please don't let it happen.

Go to sleep.

God, please,

don't let it show.

I'll never miss mass again.

Midnight mass

was so short and sweet

now that I'd become an atheist.

I'd kept my promise, though.

I'd never missed mass...

midnight mass.

Once a year.

It made her happy.

It kept his mouth shut.

You dragging your trash around,

brother-in-law?

It's your present.

Well, if it isn't Zac!

What, no girlfriend yet?

Christmas 1975

Nice paper.

Every year, I told them:

No Christmas wrapping paper

for my birthday presents, okay?

That's not what matters.

After the drum set, accordion,

guitar and violin...

a banjo.

You said to surprise you.

It's so hard to know

what teenagers want nowadays.

You try to please them...

Some fantasies

are worth keeping.

Merry Christmas!

Happy New Year!

You know what time it is,

Raymond?

You're late.

I was starting to worry.

- Hi. I'm Doris.

- Good evening.

- Merry Christmas.

- Take off your boots.

- How are you?

- Hi, Dad.

- Merry Christmas.

- Pleased to meet you.

I'm Raymond's mother.

My family always

appreciated gourmet food.

Did you at least make a wish?

It won't come true,

he can't get it up yet.

My brothers

hadn't changed a bit.

Dad, Zac gave him the finger!

- Except my darling Yvan.

- Such brotherly love!

And how polite

they are in public.

Turn that music down.

Every Christmas,

the bastard barely stayed an hour.

Just long enough

to stuff himself...

and to piss me off.

Here, buy whatever you want.

Happy birthday.

Wait.

I loved daydreaming

about my mother.

Picturing myself wealthy,

so that, one day,

I could spoil her.

Merry Christmas!

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Oh, what a lovely dress.

My cousin Brigitte

had just dropped out of school

to devote herself

to social dancing full-time.

At the age of 15.

I can dance too, you know!

But it's not my specialty.

Back by popular request...

No getting around it.

It's your birthday!

- You've really changed.

- Yeah, you too.

This is my boyfriend, Paul.

My cousin, Zac.

He has his driver's license!

I'm stealing one.

- You don't smoke?

- Never touch the stuff.

Good thing. lf it was up to him,

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