Weekend Page #4
Corinne Dupont.
Dupont is your father's name.
What's yours?
don't know.
You see, you don't even know
who you are.
Christianity is the refusal
of self-knowledge,
the death of language.
Shut up, I said!
Are you going to keep
your traps shut?
- And what is your name?
- Joseph Balsamo.
Never heard of him.
- Help!
- Will you shut up?
Listen.
I'm not surprised, the way you look:
A Reader's Digest look.
Quiet, please.
You remind me of those who wouldn't
move Andre Breton when he was dead.
Anyway, I'll explain.
Joseph Balsamo is the son of God
and Alexandre Dumas.
God's an old queer,
as everyone knows.
He screwed Dumas and I'm the result.
Thus:
I am God.Yes, I'm God, because I'm lazy.
That's not true, my love.
- Help!
- Will you...
Will you shut up?
You, too, Marie-Madeleine.
She's nice, but she's not too bright.
Laziness, God...
Look, shut up. Pack it in, will you?
That's enough.
She's nice.
She understands laziness.
She understands about God, too.
She obeys me.
What exactly are you up to?
I'm here to inform these Modern Times
of the Grammatical Era's end...
...and the beginning of Flamboyance,
especially in cinema.
I've had enough. I'm stopping.
I'll make you a proposition.
Take me to London
and I'll grant your wishes.
Oh, sure, you loser.
Really, just look and see
what's under the dashboard.
Oh, sh*t, a miracle!
A rabbit.
Anything you wish,
if you'll take me to London.
Yes.
An Yves St. Laurent evening dress?
Yes.
Make me a blonde, a natural blonde.
like the yids used to thrash the wogs.
- I'll go for that, too.
Is that all you want?
Yes.
You creeps, I'll give you nothing.
Quick, a miracle, you swindler.
What, for a**holes like you?
- That'll do! Get out!
- Out!
Get out!
Out, you whore! I'll make you run!
Bastard!
Dirty Jew! I'll kill you!
Silence!
Silence!
Vade retro. Go home.
You see, the sun's come out.
Keep right!
Long live Anquetil!
Long live Poulidor!
My Herms handbag!
TO GAULLIST WEEKENDS
Freedom is violence.
Like crime.
It seems to be the virtue of vice...
Is the knife under the pillow?
...fighting against slavery...
...desperately.
No, in the shed.
Freedom will kill herself
in the long struggle.
Can the inconsistency of humanity
be conceived?
And the ax?
Can one believe
that man ordered society...
...in order to be happy
and reasonable?
Weary of wisdom, more like...
...nature's wisdom...
In the shed, too.
...he wishes to be unhappy
and witless.
I see nought but constitutions...
...steeped in gold, pride and blood...
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