The Taste of Others Page #2

Is this dog neurotic, or what?

- It's your dog? | - No need to be rude.

- Yes, it's my dog. | - Muzzle him.

He's dangerous. | The little sh*t got me!

- He bit him. | - What did you do?

What did I do? I was walking. | He doesn't like people walking?

There must be a reason. | Something must have happened.

I didn't do a thing! | Enough already!

Could you stop screaming? | It's very upsetting.

- Keep calm. | - I'll bite your calf...

and see if you keep calm.

That's enough! Excuse him, | excuse him, end of story.

I asked him to keep calm...

and he threatened | to bite me...

to see if I keep calm.

What a disagreeable | and aggressive fellow.

I thought he deserved it. | He was not a nice man.

Listen, you'll have to do | something. He bites a lot.

Yes, but, you know, | it's always with reason.

When he's bothered | or when people are mean.

- Dogs can feel that. | - Yes, that's true.

These seats are hell!

You want to have a bite? | Then we congratulate her.

No, Jean-Jacques!

That wouldn't be nice. | We're here now.

Some guy, | armed to the teeth, says...

"You move, you're dead". | What do you do?

I don't move.

- You do like everyone else? | - There's nothing else to do.

I try to stay alive.

She looks like my fiance, | that girl, something in her...

You have a fiance? | I haven't met her.

She's not here.

She's doing an internship | in the U. S.

- When will she get back? | - In four months.

You're patient.

I'm in love.

That helps.

I wanted to ask you something.

Have you ever killed someone?

Here, let us pause.

The splendor of these halls | is new to your eyes, Arsaces.

Oft to this chamber, | stately and withdrawn...

Titus often unburdens | his most secret thoughts.

Sh*t! They're speaking | in rhymes!

Here it is sometimes, | stealing from his Court...

he comes to whisper...

Those costumes are ugly.

This door gives access | to his private chamber...

and this other entrance | leads into the Queen's.

Go to her...

Tell her, loathe | to intrude on her...

I dare to ask her | for a private talk.

Yes.

Yes, this must be painful. | That's fine.

Aah! Aah!

You destroyed my larynx.

You're crazy. It hurts.

- What are you thinking about? | - I'm not thinking. I'm bored.

You looked like | you were thinking.

Castella is OK, but this job | is a f***ing bore.

Can you buy me some cigarettes? | I can't move.

That's convenient, isn't it? | "I can't move".

- What kind do you smoke? | - I don't care.

Thank you.

He won't be here all night? | It's going to be hot. Thursday?

Yes. It would be nice | if you could do the closing.

I don't know. I'll have to see.

- There's someone at the bar. | - Oh, yes.

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