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No, Dad, no.

It was I who sat

on his knees.

Ah good...

- What is that?

- I don't know. Go see.

I found him on the shore.

God, he's an angel from heaven!

Help me. Slowly.

Slowly, slowly.

Go get something to warm him up.

I'm going.

Hey, the angels...

they have no habit

He's going to get drunk! Wait.

And how is the food in the sky?

- Like in the barracks.

- Ah!

- A piece of crap...

- Ah...

It's not like here...

The fish is not so fresh.

This is not quite fresh?

Why?

Because of the distance...

You see, it's hard.

How would you do?

I would do just like him.

I would do just like him.

What question?!

Tell me,

how is life in heaven?

Well...

The most difficult thing is...

to learn flying.

Oh, sure!

My son, stretch out your wings.

And then you have to learn

also to defend yourself.

Finally,

we are sent to solve...

sensitive situations.

Awake...

I'm going to take you to your boyfriend.

An angel! How handsome!

How handsome!

Please...

I'm an angel.

And I'm on duty.

What a pity!

What a pity!

She was a sweetheart, a sweetheart.

Now as far as I remember,

the wedding is today

- I have to go!

- But...

Do you know?

The real paradise is here.

- Bye.

- Bye.

The wind blows there

and I'll fly here!

I have surprised you again!

It has fallen...

I'm very heavy.

I have eaten too much!

Yeah right.

I can not take off.

Look, look how it flies.

Do you accept Marie-Nolle de Montsouris

as a legitimate wife?

according to the rites

of our Holy Mother Church?

Yes, of course.

Do you accept Gortrand de Meaux

as a husband

according to the rites

of our Holy Mother Church?

Come on.

What are you waiting for, Marie-Nolle?

Good morning, Mr. Priest.

It is not the right one.

No, he is not, Mr. Priest.

You can leave.

Go home.

He is not the real one.

Not you.

You can leave.

He's not the real...

Ah! There's the real one.

Come.

That's better.

This one is much more handsome.

- If it is the will of the Lord...

- Leave it, my dear.

In addition, in the state in which

is your collection

it is better that your son-in-law be a watchmaker.

What's going on?

Leave me, boys!

And he goes on saying

that he is an angel that flies?

- Of course I fly.

- Try it.

- Do you want me to fly for real?

- For real.

Coo-coo.

Coo-coo.

It's me.

- I do not want to see you anymore.

- What did I do to you?

- I do not love you anymore.

- You do not love me anymore?

- I do not understand anything.

- Go away.

Open! What I did, I did for you.

I love you. I love you.

Flexibility. Lightness.

Come on, like this.

- Move them.

- Do you think they will like it?

I'm sure.

When I see you with your wings...

But they are my wings...

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