"The distinguished director Jean-Luc Godard will now... show us how The Oldest Profession In The World will continue... in the space age with his sketch." "Percantage of radioactivity normal." "Over." "Soviet colour." "Arrival of the "France Inter" super-jet, coming from orbital station 12." "Leaving in 1300 seconds... to orbital station 23... with connections to Galaxies 2 and 7." "The plane will land at "Station .C0"." "Passengers in transit... will kindlyconform to the terrestial behavior pattern." "Over." "Music of..." "Soviet colour." "Affirmative." "Two galactic passengers..." "Style." "Male." "Female." "Type." "Athletic." "Seller." "Uniform." "Soviet-American Army." "(?" ")Christian Dior." "Percentage of radioactivity in faces identical to normal." "Over." "Music 234." "Percentage of radioctivity still normal." "Over." "European colour, Soviet colour." "Chinese colour." "Soviet colour." "Chinese colour." "European colour." "Percentage of radioctivity still normal." "Over." "European colour." "Traveller 14 and flunkey 1204... regularly advance along corridor 77... towards department 310." "Percentage of radioactivity normal." "Over." "Music 37." "European colour." "Percentage of radioctivity still normal." "European colour." "Percentage of radioctivity still normal." "Over." "Soviet colour." "All the honor to your ego, Mr. Dimitrious." "Here's the subject of our conversation." "Thank... you." "To see you again!" "To see you again, commissar." "Percentage of radioctivity normal." "Chinese colour." "Percentage of radioctivity still normal." "Chinese colour." "Percentage of radioactivity in faces identical to normal." "Can i be of any assistance?" "Over." "Soviet colour." "O-key?" "O-key?" "You... don't... speak?" "You... don't... speak?" "All honor to your ego, Mr. Dimitrious, what's wrong?" "She fails... to excite me." "Why is that?" "Is she uncooperative?" "She won't... speak." "But Mr. Dimitrious, you picked her out yourself in the manual of physical love." "Yes, but..." "She fails... to excite me." "This poses a problem." "It's never happened before." "Well, i'll see what i can do about it." "Abnormal ideological reaction of Traveller 14... in front of technological systems terrestrial organisation of leisure." "Percentage of radioctivity still normal." "Over." "Music 53." "European colour." "All honor to your ego, Mr. Dimitrious." "All this is quite exceptional, you understand i'm sure." "Yes." "The budgetory allotment for persons in transit... is very strictly limited." "But of course, on certain conditions we can... draw upon secret funds, but we need special authorization." "Anyway don't worry about it Mr. Dimitrious, all is arranged." "I... would like... to thank you." "Percentage of radioactivity in faces identical to normal." "Over." "American colour." "You see our law specifies only one woman per day." "Our ministry of leisure said :" "You'll be responsible... for your actions before the being." "By the way, he asked me to convey to you his very best wishes, you'll take back pleasant memories of earth when you return to your galaxy." "To see you again, Mr. Dimitrious." "To see you again, commissar." "All honor to your ego." "You... speak." "Well, of course i speak." "That's what i'm here for." "Do you care for a drink of...?" "Yes, please." "Just a little vichy water." " What's your name, noble stranger?" " Jean Dimitriou." "And yours?" "Elanora Miovich." "Have... you... lived... for a... long time... in the... technical... capital?" "No, i come from the country." "I'll be living here for just 150 years." "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "I am... getting undressed." "Percentage of radioctivity still normal." "Over." "Forecast Soviet." "Why don't you... get... undressed too?" "Why do you speak so slowly?" "Because the time passes at such a slow rate in your galaxy, huh?" "I'd love to go there." "They say galaxy 4 is terrific." " Well, why don't you?" " What?" "Why.. don't you get..." "completely... undressed?" "No!" " Undressing is not my duty." " Why not?" "Commissar was supposed to explain it." "Everything is specialized now." "Oh, not for a long time, for 300 or 400 light years." "But for you, it must be awfully old fashioned, i am sure." "On Earth, you know, it's regarded as a very modern idea." "Believe me there are millions of people who have fought... and given their lives for it." "What... idea?" "For having sex, i told you already." "Total specilization is the idea." "For example, undressing is not my duty." "The prostitutes who specialize in undressing... are geared to physical love, and well versed in gestures and motion." "And... you?" "Me?" "I know all the speeches." "I represent sentimental love." "Love... expressed... in language." "Yes, exactly." "So, would you like me to excite you?" "Yes..." "I'll wake up," "I'll walk around... the town," "in the streets and places." "I'll look for... my beloved." "Percantage of radioactivity normal." "Over." "Chinese colour." "Soviet colour." "My beloved slipped his hand through my window, and my flesh trembled impatiently," "I have longed to be seeded in the shadow of my beloved, for he is the dearest of all the young men." "I found the one my heart loves," "I seized him, and I won't release him." "The sex of my beloved is white and red, because he is strong as death." "Sex is an enclosed garden, whose perfume is sweeter than all aromatics." "Your eyes... are like two doves, and my breasts... like baby gazelles." "Welcome noble stranger into the garden of your sister and fiancee..." "This doesn't excite me." "But i'm trying." "I'm pronouncing the words of love." "I'm fairly sure i can't be mistaken." "Oh, you're not going to denounce me?" "No, i won't." "But, something is... missing." "The gestures..." "Oh, together but that's not possible, you were told that." "Anyway, it's logical, isn't it?" "I cannot speak with my legs, my breasts, my eyes." "I know... that." "Would you like me to start again?" "No, it's... sad." "Yes, i see how you feel." "Our goverment was right to suppress love." "Percentage of radioactivity in faces identical to normal." " Colour American." " I have..." "What?" " An idea..." "There is another..." " Part of the body." " A different organ..." "Which speaks and moves simultaneously?" "Yes..." "What is it?" "Where?" "How simple, noble Dimitrious!" "In placing our mouths one against the other, we will speak to each other and at the same time caress." "Yes..." "But will it really work?" "Subnormal behovior of prostitute 7-O-3..." "Highly ideological gesture of Traveller 14." "Percantage of radioactivity normal." "Over." " Shall we try?" " How strange!" "This is very pleasant, at the same time, i've the impression that we've discovered something new, very serious." "Negative, negative, negative!" "Negative, negative, negative!" "All traces of radioactivity have disappeared!" "Negative!" "Traveller 14 and hostess 7-O-3 have made a discovery!" "Negative!" "They're making love, conversation and progress all at the same time!" "Negative, negative, negative, negative!"