Cosmos Page #4

it makes a tricycle.

A sheet for this one,

an enema for that one...

I've seen it all.

Won't you help Catherette with the peas?

And the sauce?

35 years in the insurance business, Sir.

But the collapse of the global economy,

the crisis, lay-offs, redundancies...

So we had to make endies meet

and we started to rent.

17 years with a man

who can't hammer a nail.

Pray he won't wreck himself

over the peas...

Sorry I'm late.

Did it go well?

Couldn't have gone better.

Imagine that he's a new Russian.

Roubles in real time.

The best customers.

Oh no, this is my thing.

That his first wife never warned me

who I would have to deal with...

Well, she couldn't have,

dead as she was.

I'm telling you...

the caprices,

a calamity for all this filth.

Your scarf, where is it?

Often at night

when he starts to whine...

Rheumatism, angina,

his liver, his kidneys...

Stop this madness...

this debauchery.

To think that Catherette

has asked for the day off tomorrow.

Mind you, she promised to go

to Leon's surgeon friend for her lip.

Leon doesn't know

how to change a light bulb.

Oh, it happens to her,

when she gets overexcited.

What do you think, father-in-law?

Ten soldiers

marching one behind the other,

how much time would it take to exhaust

all possible combinations of their order,

putting the third

in place of the fourth, etc.?

We can only make

one change per day.

Three little-um months?

Ten thousand years was calculated.

- Scientifically?

- By computer.

Scientifuckally, yeah.

In the scheme of things,

what, where, when, how, why,

with what?

You don't get it, almost-father.

- Get what?

- The organisation.

What organisation?

The irrational organisation

of the world.

Because you think, my little birdbrains,

pecking at crumbs...

Kaboom,

something like that can be seized?

Bang, pffft, gone.

Took me years to think it over,

me, I think.

Since Leon Woytis

was fired from insurance,

he does nothing but think.

What about you?

Ahoy, sailors!

Ahoy, sailors!

He's afraid of his ex mother-in-law.

No smoking!

Have a puff,

what with your duff ticker.

Just stop pulling my leg.

- Your sparrow?

- He was there when it started to rain.

I can't imagine

someone cutting it down in the rain.

- And your chicken?

- That's what surprised me: vanished.

Your watch?

Fake. Made in China.

It makes a certain impression.

- And the Russian?

- Still Russian.

When do we graze?

He's gone off the rails.

Yes, the hand of the husband

seemed quite well behaved

but what do appearances mean?

It all depends

on how he touches her.

- This Madame de Stendhal was married.

- De Rnal.

Your first name.

Where does it come from?

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