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We want to be young parents.

My parents were your age when they had me.

All the more reason!

Please forgive me.

I'm very happy.

Look!

The tumor is relatively well-placed.

It's not pressing down

on the brain stem yet.

Will I need chemotherapy?

It scares me to death.

We'll only have a clear diagnosis

after the operation.

I can't tell you now.

And afterwards?

Afterwards there are various options.

Chemotherapy, of course.

But I also know a doctor in Louvain

who's developing a new protocol.

If you want to try, of course.

He takes 20% of your white blood cells

to make a vaccination.

A vaccination against cancer?

By mixing your white blood cells

with cells from the tumor,

we can reprogram them.

Once re-injected,

these cells hunt down the sick cells.

Like a sort of vaccination.

It's still in the research phase,

but if you're interested,

I'll find out

if I can enroll you in the trial.

What do you think?

-Where's Louvain?

-In Belgium.

Wonderful, I love beer.

So when can we start?

I don't want you shaving my head!

They'll drill a hole in my head,

pump my blood,

and god knows what else!

Who knows?

Maybe I won't wake up!

Or else completely paralyzed!

What do you mean trust them?

I can't trust anyone in this damned town!

I have to wait ten days!

I was ready to be operated on right away.

Could you spend the night

at my place tonight?

I'm so scared.

I'm begging you.

Yes, come for lunch!

What would you like to eat?

Where should I reserve a table?

Yes, we'll talk.

I have so many things to tell you.

See you on Friday, Claire. Thank you.

Porte de Montreuil, please.

Rue des Vignoles.

You lose.

Help yourself, Beatrice. You won.

Calf's head, I love calf's head.

Would you like to split

a prime rib with bone marrow?

I don't eat meat.

In your state,

red meat is not exactly advisable.

-Your doctor didn't tell you?

-I believe in the power of pleasure.

Don't count on me eating

vegetable broth and steamed broccoli.

Why are you always unpleasant?

The two of us need to have a serious talk.

About my funeral to start with.

Stop it. You're not going to die.

First, I don't want to be cremated.

Second...

I looked at coffins on internet.

They make these lightweight,

elegant little coffins

from corn stalks

or some other biodegradable material.

And they cost peanuts.

I'm not tight,

but that's money out the window.

What'll you have?

Hello, ladies.

I'll have the codfish.

-With green beans instead of potatoes?

-Sure.

If I can't have prime rib,

I'll take tenderloin, the biggest one.

-12 ounces.

-Perfect. Underdone.

With French fries and Barnaise sauce.

No, mayonnaise!

What kind of wine do you suggest?

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