"(Narrator):" "I was born in Montreal in 1959." "Soon after, we moνed to France." "My brother was born in Paris in 1961." "We liked to eat pink toilet paper with sugar and pretend it was cotton candy." "We turned on all the bathroom taps, took off our clothes and sat in a drawer." "Bateau Canada Bateeau" "Later we moνed to Bordeaux." "My parents argueed and divorceed." " lt's over!" " Don't go!" " My motheer weent off to Paris by heerseelf." "Wee quickly took the boat back to Montreal." "I could not stop thinking about thee banana I had forgotteen at school." "Meeanwhilee, my motheer hoppeed on a planee to Montreeal." "Wheen wee arriveed, shee was waiting for us at the dock." "(together):" "Mommy!" " My parents had a long talk and theen my motheer returneed to Paris alone." "I useed to think that thee lady on thee cigarettee packagee was my mom." "Wee stayeed with our fatheer for a yeear." "My brotheer was hookeed on popcorn." "It was the summer of Expo 67." "Donald Duck spokee to my brotheer in English." " Qu'est-ce que tu dis?" " Le vase de tante Rosalie s'est, virgule, helas, virgule, brise, pour toujours." " I was not doing weell at school." "So I finished at the back of the class." "Onee day, our fatheer camee to pick us up in his Mounty uniform." "And then we boarded with a woman who adored us and with another who hated us." "My brotheer and I returneed to Paris soon after the student riots in May 68." "Thee steewardeess took good care of us." " Candy?" "(together):" "Mommy!" "Theere was a strangee man with my motheer." "In France, everything was faster and smaller." "We all lived together, with Tobi, the dog, for a year." "In the country, he rolled in some cow dung." "My stepfather had three sons from two other marriages." " Les enfants, set the table!" " I often wore my Canadiens sweater with a grey skirt, and I was always in a bad mood." "My brother and I were fighting a lot." "One day, I had enough." "I went back to Montreal to live with my father." " Candy?" " It was the end of my childhood." "I was 13 years old." "In Montreal, everything was longer and slower." " Did you have a good trip?" " At high school, I was put in the class of the new Canadians." "I ate too many chocolate doughnuts." "I got fat and depressed." "I went back to Paris to be with my brother and Tobi, the dog." "My mother and stepfather argued a lot, so we were sent away to boarding school in Draguignan in the South of France." "I hated my bathrobe, my fluffy slippers and my Irish Spring soap." "All the girls dressed alike." "(music)" "Everyone was afraid of Patricia Garnero." "(retarded laughter) The boys were stupid." "My brother and I became good friends." " Telegram!" " "Go to Mougins." "Stop." ""Look for the corner cafe." "Stop." ""Ask for Marinette." "Stop." "Mom." "Stop."" " There is no Marinette here!" " Later I went to the lycee in Nice." "I got drunk on kir." "Meanwhile, my mother had become very well off." "We went back to Paris and lived in her office." "She lived with my stepfather in a different neighbourhood." " Pinhead!" " Horse face!" " lt's over!" " She left him and moved back into her office." "(train whistle)" "We returned to Nice." "My mother rented us a little studio apartment and bought us each a bike." "We rode to the school along the beachfront." "What time is it?" " What did you say?" " My brother broke a tooth." "My mother was still living in Paris." " Taxi!" " My father stayed in Montreal and remarried." "After I graduated," "I worked as a chambermaid in the morning." "ln the afternoon, I would go to the beach and draw comic strips." "(meowing) I think we'll be okay." "And then, one day I moved on." "I'm 18." "Line 116"