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How do you mean?

How many E's of weed can I buy?

As much as you want. 10, 15, 35...

Seven?

Like it's the SeventiE's!

It's not a big breakdown

but it'll take a while.

Have dinner without us.

Cut it out.

A beer?

Sh*t, this is good!

I'm sick of her tofu.

Are you ok?

Careful! At your age,

you can croak on that sh*t.

Seeing that white light?

Very funny. You'll soon

be choking like an old man too.

How do you mean?

Marriage, work, a quiet life...

It'll soon be,

"We need a place of our own."

A new apartment, a baby...

Lola and I aren't into that.

We're cool. No "place of our own".

One step at a time.

But why talk about me?

How is it with Suzanne?

Can you be inspired in bed

after so long?

You invent new positions?

You get home and say,

"Let's try this.

"Stick your head

in the washing machine,

I'll stand on the Internet box."

I'm sick of this shitty life.

I'm sick of this couch.

And its color...

It's not a color, it's a message

that tells you,

Come watch Wheel of Fortune,

come watch Colombo

That's all I have.

This couch and this damn TV.

Look at that!

Seen that blonde there?

Hot, isn't she?

She's hot!

Suzanne was 10 times hotter!

Suzanne!

You've no idea.

Tits to drive a man wild!

An incredible ass. A wonder!

Back then,

we'd put on Iggy Pop's Lust for Life

and bang away all night.

All night!

I'd grab her by the hair...

I'd eat her p*ssy...

- I get the picture.

- Sorry.

No more p*ssy now, just seeds.

No more p*ssy.

It'll be the same for you,

the same trap.

Come and see something.

Zildjian K Custom.

Just like Ringo Starr's.

Covered with wet underwear.

There goes your dream!

You had fun with Dad?

Yeah.

Trouble with the car

but nothing serious.

Let's leave early.

I have work waiting for me.

These are beans?

Yes, organic adzuki.

They're excellent for...

I need the bankcard.

I'm sorry?

For our joint account.

I want to use my money.

What for?

To do what I want.

It's mine, right?

Maybe I'll buy a car,

a solid gold raclette kit,

a thousand briefs

or blow it at the track

or eat it!

I hope you're joking-

I've saved

for my Burkina Faso project.

You're not frittering it away!

It's MY money!

Hide behind your project

to ease your conscience.

But, from now on,

I'm doing what I want!

What's up with him?

Leave him,

he'll soon come back down to earth.

Amigos,

I hope you enjoy your brunch.

What are you doing?

I'm splitting.

I'm making room

for the homeless,

Romanians or even a Zaghawa tribe.

In fact,

give them this.

I do humanitarian work too!

I'll go this way.

No, that way.

Don't worry about me.

I'll be fine.

I need time alone

to weigh things up.

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