Cyrano de Bergerac Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1990
- 137 min
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Children...
Give me the poem
and you'll take six pies home.
"Phyllis!"
Butter has smeared her sweet name.
"Phyllis"
What time is it?
Oh, my God!
Seven o'clock.
What a fight that was last night.
Which one?
In verse!
Ah, the duel.
In verse!
He's obsessed.
"At the poem's end..."
Not again!
"I hit. At the poem's end..."
Lovely! "At the poem's end..."
The time?
Seven o'clock.
"I hit". What a ballade!
Have you hurt your hand?
It's just a graze.
Some trouble or other?
No trouble.
I think you're lying.
Can I be alone with someone here?
I'm afraid not. My poets are coming.
You'll be all right here.
Here they are!
Brother poet!
Tell her, I can't...
Write to her then?
That's it. Write a letter and leave.
Eat your fill.
The lyre sustains the poet!
A recipe in verse. Listen my friends!
Yes, yes, we're listening.
Breakfast?
Dinner.
"A Recipe for Making Almond Tarts".
Poised on steady legs
your poet begs several eggs.
Froth them to a mousse
Add milk of almonds sent down by Zeus.
Place your pastry, not too hasty
in your tart plate.
Lightly glide around the side.
Slowly pour your mousse
into the pastry base.
Bake in the oven till blond.
Melting mouths and hearts
you have...
Your almond tarts!
Do you like cakes?
Terribly so.
Good. Take a couple of sonnets
and fill them with clairs.
Do you like cream puffs?
Yes!
Fresh pastries?
I love them.
Now go and eat outside.
But...
Come back when you finish.
Roxane...
This is indeed a blessed moment.
Often you ignore
whether I still breathe or not.
But now you've come to say what?
First, thank you.
For what?
That viscount, that fop
from whom you made a pretty crop.
A lord in love with me...
De Guiche?
Wanted me to marry.
A feeble disguise.
I fought then, cousin
against such lies...
not for my nose but your bright eyes.
I have to rediscover the almost brother
of our games way back.
When you spent the summer in Bergerac.
Little Roxane was called Magdeleine.
Was I pretty then?
You weren't plain.
You'd hurt your hand up a tree
I'd play mother and gruffly say:
"What's this scratch, pray?"
Oh, what's this?
No! Put your hand flat.
Still, at your age?
Where did you do that?
At play, near the Porte de Nesles.
A fight?
Hardly, it was just an argument.
Tell me, while I clean the wound
how many were they?
Almost a hundred.
Tell me!
No. You tell me your story
if you dare tell it now.
Now, I dare.
I breathe the perfume of the past.
Yes, now I dare.
I'm in love with someone.
He doesn't know.
Well, not yet.
But he will know very soon.
And he loves me too, but timidly
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