"Colonel?" "I think Im on a trail." "Be careful, Rodriguez." "I dont want to lose one of my best agents." "Dont worry." "I dont think they saw me." "I have an unfailing sixth sense for impending danger." "Im going up, Colonel!" "Okay, come on up, Ill wait for you." "They saw me!" "Im lost, Colonel." "Farewell, Colonel!" "Hello!" "Hello, Rodriguez?" "The Magnificent One" "Colonel Collins." "Pontaubert." "Ive come from Mexico, General." "Rodriguez is dead." "Really?" "How did it happen?" "He was devoured by a shark in a phone booth." "Excuse me?" "Sir, in the name of our government," "Im asking you to put Bob St. Clare on this case." "Bob St. Clare?" "Is it that serious?" "The future of the free world is at stake." "Bob St. Clare is the only secret agent who can solve such a complex situation." "Hes in Baghdad." "I will call him immediately." "Hello, my dear Jerome?" "Call Baghdad for me, will you?" "Bob St. Clare speaking." "Ah yes, General, good morning!" "Oh, the usual routine, General." "Did you say eaten by a shark?" "And in a phone booth?" "Yes, Ill finish the case and come right over." "I have some interesting information about Mexico." "Il cant talk right now." "Ill be waiting at the baggage claim." "My respects, General!" "Are you waiting for somebody?" "An informer." "Odd that hes not here yet." "Is that him?" "Affirmative." "Dont touch the victims, Illl take care of them." "He has an Albanian passport." "Do you speak Albanian, St. Clare?" "We should find an interpreter." "We got an Albanian interpreter, but he only speaks Rumanian." "So we had to find a Rumanian, but he only speaks Serbian." "The Serbian only knows Russian, the Russian only Czech." "Luckily, I speak Czech." "Well lose too much time!" "Lets go." "Hurry." "What is he saying?" "He wants to know how badly hes wounded." "Tell him a splinter passed through his sterno cleidomastoid, and settled in his sphenoid, opposite his fallopian tube." "Who does he work for?" "He couldnt finish his sentence." "He said, "I work for cough cough cough. "" "And he said, "Im dying!" "Long live Albania!"" "Its over." "Were dealing with a dangerous adversary, St. Clare." "It looks like it, General." "Im afraid you wontt be on vacation anytime soon, dear Bob." "Where did this priest come from?" "No idea." "Theyre everywhere." "Well." "Your plane is in an hour." "We have a contact in Mexico." "Someone will be waiting for you at the Acapulco airport." "How can I spot him?" "Its a woman." "Her name is Tatiana." "Youll know her from the baguette she has under her arm." "Good morning." "I was afraid wed miss each other." "I couldnt find a baguette." "We couldnt have missed each other, Tatiana." "Lets go." "Did they find the shark that ate Rodriguez?" "Yes, at the cannery." "And Rodriguez?" "Poor old Joe." "Yeah." "What a lovely view." "Take the upper level." "That bride shot at me last night at Orly." "Il have a very sensitive side, you know." "I cant do a thing about it." "Its true, you may laugh, but every time I see a bee" "Excuse me." "What was I saying?" "You were speaking of bees." "Oh yes, every time I see a bee bringing pollen from one flower to another, perpetuating life this way, it almost makes me cry." "Another ambush?" "No, but it was weird how the truck drew a white line in front of us." "We all make mistakes!" "Women like you!" "I dont know." "You liar." "What was that?" "My hollow tooth!" "The cyanide pill is gone!" "Thats the first time that ever happened when I kissed a woman!" "Thats surprising, wheredd it go?" "I dont know, I spat it out." "Good, but we must find it!" "Wait, I think it fell into the pool." "Ill ask the management to drain and refill the pool." "Bob, lets go to my place." "Im afraid, Bob." "Dont be afraid, baby, Imm here with you." "No, youre the one who scares me." "Whats so scary about me, hmm?" "My little pumpkin?" "Who was Rodriguez talking to when the shark attacked him in the phone booth?" "To Colonel Collins, the military attache of the embassy." "Make an appointment for me with him." "Tatiana, we make a good team." ""I love you, ocean, great like my soul," "Your moaning tinged with lucidity stirs a bitter brew. "" "Thats beautiful, who is it?" "Me." "Lets run on this beach, completely naked, and Ill lick your salty skin." "Oh, Bob!" "Can I clean up your room, Mr. Merlin?" "Huh?" "Can I clean the room?" "Five minutes, Mr s." "Berger, Id like to finish this chapter." "Ah, you got a lot done this morning." "No, I only wrote ten pages." "Im late." "Mozart Electricity." "Hush!" "Its the electrician, Mr. Merlin." "Oh, finally." "Ilm very pleased to see you, Mr. Boudart!" "Good morning." "The bathroom is this way." "Yknow, Ivve been waiting for you for two weeks." "But the plumber hasnt been here yet?" "No, no, Im also waiting for him." "Hey, I cant do anything if the plumber hasntt come yet." "He just doesnt come." "Listen, you just have to tell him to hurry a little." "I cant do the electrical before the plumbing has been done, you understand?" "But hes not coming for another two weeks." "Then itll be done by June." "June?" "It was supposed to be done by December!" "Listen, what can I do?" "Talk to the plumber." "But..." "Listen." "Call me again after the plumber was here, all right?" "Bye bye, time is money." "Goodness, just like my niece!" "When she called the workers, they told her three months!" "Wait, Ill show you." "Ah!" "Betrayed!" "Oh, shit!" "Yes?" "Nothing, its this damn machine." "The "t" doesnt work!" "Excuse me?" "I dont have an "s"!" "Ah!" "On he_ helicop_er." "On _he helicop_er?" "Ye_!" "Don worry, my darling, Illl ge_ u_ ou_ of here!" "Still doesnt work?" "Ill never make it." "If I dont write at least 15 pages today, I wontt make it." "What time is it?" "Past nine." "Damn!" "You know what, Ill just buy a new machine." ""The number you have dialed... "" ""Hello, is that y ou, Germaine?"" "Its better if I go there myself!" "Excuse me." "Im going down, too." "Would you like to try it?" "Yes, if you dont mind." "Go ahead." "Thank you, sir." "Tatiana." "Very good, very good!" "Ok, well deliver it by noon, and welll pick yours up." "Please make sure, because I have to finish a book by Monday." "So, what do I owe you?" "Hey, you cant come behind the counter, my friend!" "Im sorry, uh" "Would you mind cashing the check a few days from now?" "Im waiting for a payment." "Oh, Im afraid that doesntt comply with our policy." "Come on, one week?" "Please?" "Thank you." "Are you in movies?" "Mr. Charrn cant tolerate delay on his deliveries to the provinces." "We have a big or der for "Panaris aux Canaries"" "and we cant provide Vesoul..." "This is Charron Editions." "Ill put you through, hold on." "Mr. Merlin?" "Huh?" "Mr. Charron is waiting for y ou." "Ah, tell the bookkeepers Ill come by later on." "Is it about an advance?" "Yes, hed better not refuse it, our good old Charron." "No." "Yes, yes." "Oh no..." "hmmm, under stood." "How can I help?" "Well, I am..." "Hows Bob St. Clare?" "Hes in Acapulco." "Oh, I love Acapulco, Ill be spending this winter there." "Have you been?" "Not really, you know." "I use my imagination, a good map, some brochures." "I see." "How can I help you?" "Well, Im in de..." "Yes?" "Im in debt." "Yes?" "And I promised my bank Id come by later on..." "Yes." "So, I was thinking, if you could give me a little advance..." "Mmm." "Excuse me?" "No." "Ah." "When are you supposed to deliver the manuscript?" "Monday." "So, Ill give you your advance on Monday." "Peanut?" "No." "Believe me, you have the better part of the deal, dear Merlin." "Here, look what I do." "I receive these." "Manuscripts." "Twenty a day, a hundred and forty a week." "What am I supposed to do with all this crap?" "Believe me, at the end of the day you get more satisf action out of what you do." "You make thousands of people dream." "And this dream, dear Merlin, was created by you." "Because you" "Because you are a magician, and I am just a vendor." "See you Monday, my friend." "But" "Shit." "My key." "Never mind, its your lucky day." "Move!" "Perfect." "Okay, lets go." "I had a feeling you were part of this, Karpof." "Your partner is very attractive, dear St. Clare." "Dont you want to introduce me?" "Tatiana, let me prevent you from making the aquaintance of one of the dirtiest scumbags Ive ever met:" "Colonel Karpof, head of the secret service of the Peoples Republic of Albania." "Oh, Im flattered, St. Clare." "Im happy to see you!" "Ive always considered you a worthy adver sary." "Peanut?" "You know what you can do with your frigging peanuts." "St. Clare, were amongst gentlemen here." "It is totally up to you now if we can be friends, no kidding." "Make a deal with me, and Ill make you the richest man in the world." "What would you think of a little advance of $5 million?" "I dont need your blood money, Karpof!" "All right, then." "Dear St. Clare, you see this machine?" "This container holds concentrated sulfuric acid." "The cord on this pulley is soaked with acid." "In 52 seconds, itll burn through, which will make this cage snap open, allowing this rat to go into the other cage and eat your butt." "And its teeth are impregnated with cyanide." "Its teeth are impregnated with cyanide?" ""Its teeth are impregnated with cyanide"?" "No, that would mean that the rat dies." "Oh, this damn rat!" "What am I gonna write?" "Hmm ah thats it!" "The rat is rabid!" "Okay, the rat is rabid!" "Youre wasting my time, Karpof." "Im immune to rabies." "The razor blade." "Maybe you wont be so immune to seeing your friend suffer." "First, Ill cut her left breast." "Bob!" "Karpof!" "Hi, Dad." "I cant get a thing done." "What a e you doing here?" "Its Wednesday, Imm here for lunch." "What?" "Its Wednesday, Imm here for lunch." "Its true what time is it?" "Half past one?" "Good Lord!" "Have you eaten?" "Well, no, because..." "Excuse me, I woke up at 5: 00 this morning." "Are you coming?" "Hows your mother?" "Fine, fine." "And Andre?" "The same, you know how he is." "Oh, yes!" "And you?" "Are things working out for you?" "Yeah." "Oh, before I forget, your mother called." "She asked me to tell you" "Wait, what did she say?" "About my degree?" "Yes, that you have to make it this year." "Otherwise" "Otherwise, what?" "Well, why are you laughing?" "Oh, nothing." "Come on, tell me whats so funny?" "Is it your girlfriend whose left breast is supposed to be cut off for the survival of the free world?" "Okay, are you finished?" "When are you supposed to send it in?" "Monday." "So, when are you going to write your famous great novel?" "You used to tell us about the great book that you were going to write." "Yeah well, it wont pay the electric bills or the alimony I send to your mother." "Hey, do you know her?" "No." "Who is she?" "I dont know, shess English." "Did you know that Ive written 42 of these little books, and in each one of them, theres about four or five good pages." "Forty two times five, almost a book, right?" "Well, Im off." "Take care, big guy, see you Wednesday." "Oh, Im broke." "Can you give me a hundred bucks?" "Here, its all I have." "Okay, thatll do." "Thanks, see ya." "Bye." "Have a good one." "Hey, I like the thing with the left breast." "Not bad at all." "You think so?" "Yeah, its good." "Blood, guts, violence!" "Watch out, Bob!" "Karpof!" "A little peanut, Karpof?" "Bob!" "Bob!" "Ill be right with you." "Not bad, huh?" "You and me, come on." "Yes!" "Have mercy, sir." "Please!" "Never mind, its your lucky day." "Move." "Michelangelo Plumbers." "Oh, Im delighted to see you!" "Come in, gentlemen." "If you knew how long I have waited for you." "Was the electrician here?" "Yes, this morning but" "He didnt do anything!" "Oh, I cant do the plumbing before the wiring is in place." "What if they made an inspection." "No, listen" "Thats my point." "What if they make an inspection?" "Youre not the one who has to face the consequences." "Not you." "I understand, thats exactly what I told him." "Im sorry, cantt help you." "Lets go, Marcel." "Goodbye." "Take it easy." "I dont believe this." "Cant you do that somewhere else?" "Fascists!" "Oh, Good Lord!" "Im sorry to disturb you, sir." "Are the plumbers still here?" "I heard they were here." "My faucet is leaking." "Ive waited for them for three weeks." "What?" "Oh, the plumbers." "Wait." "Hey, wait!" "Please!" "Dont move." "Illl bring them right back." "Hey, hey, guys!" ""So Bob St. Clare, cunning like a wildcat, escaped Karpofs grip. "" "Are you okay?" "Mademoiselle..." "The plum... plum..." "the pumber... in the street..." "I want... forgive me... its the... cigarettes..." "the plumbers... they... they..." "Lay down over here." "Stretch out, your head lowered too." "You smoke too much." "Oh, no, just two or three maximum." "Lay down for five minutes, youll be fine." "Oh, its nothing." "Youre a novelist, arentt you?" "Yes, yes." "How many have you written?" "Oh, forty two." "Can I take one?" "Yes, please, take them all." ""The Red Panic in Alaska"" "Thanks for the book, Ill bring it back." "Ciao!" "Let me tell you something." "Yes, darling?" "I like you." "I liked you from the first moment I saw you." "But it wasnt Bob St. Clare who seduced me." "Of course, I love your muscles, your bright smile, but I know that behind this disguise, theres a man whoss timid and shy, with a big heart." "And thats the man you love?" "Of course!" "Well, that doesnt surprise me, my love." ""Well, that doesnt surprise me, my love." ""And Bob St. Clare, as crafty as a wildcat, escaped from the grip of Karpof. "" "Fantastic!" "Oh, did I wake you up?" "Im so sorry, but this is fantastic." "What?" "Your book!" "Already?" "I devoured it." "Can I have another one?" "Ill take this one, and this one, too, if you dont mind!" "Ill take the whole stack!" "Youre not going to read all this!" "I sure am!" "Its very important!" "I need to speak to you!" "When?" "Later!" "Should I wait for you?" "Yes, Ill be down in a little while!" "Lets go!" "Where have you been, dressed like this?" "Youre so elegant!" "Oh, like a young man!" "What time is it?" "Past nine, Mr. Merlin." "Nine!" "I didnt get anything done the whole night!" "What a life." "Here, Mrs. Berger, could you get rid of all this?" "And Bob St. Clare?" "Did he make it out of the pyramid?" "Obviously!" "You should rest." "This is unreasonable!" "Here, plug this in." "Unfortunately, I cant, Mrs. Berger," "I need to write 82 pages in two days!" "Oh, poor thing!" "Ill make you some coffee." "So, what do I write?" "Hello?" "Yes, Colonel, hes right here." "Bob, its for you!" "Hello?" "My respects, Colonel." "I need to see you right away, St. Clare." "No, Id prefer Mexico, not the embassy." "00 local time, behind the parking lot." "This is the Colonels car!" "Colonel, can you hear me?" "Do you think...?" "You never know." "Colonel?" "I hear you clearly." "How do you feel?" "It is very tight in here." "Dont worry, welll get you out of there." "No, St. Clare, its over for me." "The pain is too much, and Im usually a tough guy." "I know you are, Colonel." "Farewell, St. Clare, continue on your mission!" "Farewell, Colonel!" "He was a hero." "Hes dead, too old for such a shock." "Im tapping in the dark." "Excuse me?" "Im just writing whatever!" "But why?" "Because Ive had it, Mrs. Berger!" "Yes, microfilm, teargas, double agents," "Ive had enough of it!" "The KGB, cold wars, the shadow soldiers, enough, enough!" "How you doing?" "Oh theyre going to publish this one, arentt they?" "Are you serious?" "They better!" "It has sex, violence everything!" "Whats gonna happen after that?" "The terrible Karpof will install ramps with explosives in Mexico, Mrs. Berger!" "Nuclear stuff?" "Mmm hmm, but let me assure you," "Bob St. Clare will save the free world, once again." "Is Mr. Merlin in?" "This damn water heater!" "Oops, sorry!" "Did you read my masterpieces?" "All of them!" "I didnt sleep a wink." "Extraordinary!" "You really think theyre good?" "Oh, I didntt say that." "Thats comforting!" "Good, bad, thats not what interests me." "This kind of literature, for it to be effective, needs to be read quickly without repetition." "Exactly, thats the whole point." "Its not literature." "Its the expression of desire and the rush of power that we all carry inside of us." "Who are your readers?" "The sailor about to go to sea, the soldier in camp, the business traveler, the girl from the provinces." "I would like to understand the basic motivation" "What?" "I want to understand the basic motivations of your audience 12 million readers!" "Wait, wait!" "What is it that you do exactly?" "Socio." "Pardon me?" "Sociology." "Im at the C. I.S." "Oh, I see!" "The adventures of your heroes are universal narrative types." "The net of their inner articulation" "Tell me, would you like a drink?" "The relations between them define the limits of all possible experiences." "Scotch, Martini, port?" "A sip of port." "Based on your narrative, one could draw the bottom line of the classification of this genre of storytelling, almost archetypical" "Youre sure you dontt want a scotch?" "No, Id prefer the Martini" "The stereotype of the guilty individual in the collective" "I need to buy more Martini, Im out." "How about a scotch?" "No, thanks." "Do you understand?" "Literary analysis draws its fertility from a root in an anthropological standpoint, which" "Hey, so tell me something." "Im convinced that the fundamental studies and ethnic impulses Be quiet." "What?" "Be quiet!" "Now that youre listening, Idd like to tell you something." "I put you in my novel." "Yeah, in this book that Im writing now, the heroines name is Tatiana." "Shes very beautiful, and she looks just like you." "Right now, for example, youre on the Pacific Ocean, in a bungalow, and Bob St. Clare is trying to make his big move on you." "You know his reputation, and so youre skeptical." "Im skeptical?" "Well, Tatiana is." "My name is Christine." "And for you, my dear?" "Kummel?" "Sake?" "Tokay?" "Guava liqueur?" "Fermented papaya?" "A drop of sake." "No!" "I will make love to you, little girl." "Bob!" "I have to leave now!" "No, wait!" "Please forgive me." "May I take the books?" "Ill bring eem back." "Oh, Im a fool!" "For a moment, I thought I was in Mexico!" "Really, well, were not." "Nor are you Bob St. Clare." "What does he have to do with it?" "Whats happening?" "High voltage shock!" "220 volts, pretty strong!" "How about you stop playing with that all the time?" "Excuse me, I wanted to dim the light for a little ambience." "Turn it off!" "Hurry!" "To hell with this!" "What an idiot!" "international Center for Sociology" "Boom!" "Bang!" "Chock!" "Buh boom!" "or more sophisticated:" "Pling!" "Pow!" "Bam bam!" "Thats the interpretation from a psychological and psychoanalytical standpoint of Bob St. Clares attitude towards Karpof." "You make me laugh, poor Christine!" "And Im sick of your attitude." "I can make discoveries, too, you know!" "Bob St. Clare, a discovery?" "Fine, Ill write this thesis by my self!" "Go ahead, do it." "Well all read it." "Itll be worth at least a good laugh!" "I despise you, Pilu." "Do you know Merlin?" "No." "What the hell is this guy doing?" "I need numbers!" "Numbers?" "Yes, whos in charge of that?" "I dont know." "Good morning, children, whats going on?" "This lady is doing research." "Research?" "All right, come in, miss." "I dont want to be disturbed." "Now you know everything." "Thats very interesting, mademoiselle!" "Your idea very interesting." "Its true, why despise popular novels?" "Millions of readers buy my books every week." "When I think of my huge responsibilities," "I must admit, they scare me." "Yes, but how did you find Francois Merlin?" "Merlin, hes just one of my writers." "My thesis is on him, specifically." "I dont understand you." "I dont want to impose myself, but Im sure your thesis would gain depth if it was on a man whos at the core of the problem." "Who would that be?" "Me, the editor." "And Francois Merlin?" "Listen, young lady," "Ill tell you what I think of your friend Merlin." "Sure, hes a nice guy, but hes lazy!" "Good evening." "Good evening!" "How is it going?" "Well, Ive written 28 pages." "At what point are you now?" "Hang on, I dont remember." "Here!" ""He bends over Tatiana," ""her heart pounding behind her naked breast." ""Bobs strong fingers smoothly run over her radiant skin." ""She moans, her hoarse voice sounding distorted with pain, and the highest peaks of pleasure at the same time. "" "Excuse me, the telephone!" "Hello?" "Did I wake you up?" "You know, Ive been thinking about our conversation a lot." "Im so excited!" "Yourre too kind." "We need to talk about this in detail." "Lets have lunch tomorrow." "Oh, I cant, I have a class ttil 1: 00." "One?" "Perfect!" "Ill pick you up!" "But, Im not sure" "Good!" "See you then!" "Georges!" "Georges!" "Hows it going with the sociologist?" "Give me 24 hours." "Its amazing how your skin goes well with Bach." "Handel." "Thats direct, isntt it?" "Hey, thats what people want!" "It is very good." ""His supple muscles move under the silk of the kimono. "" "Alright, enough" ""He walks towards her, his look, wild and ruthless "" "Okay, enough" ""His kimono slips down, uncovering his virility in all its pride. "" "Well, its true, that sentence is a little daring." "I actually want to rewrite the love scene." "Really, Ill make it more honest and moving." "We could give some real tenderness, some real warmth to this imbecile!" "Who do you mean?" "Bob St. Clare, of course!" "Hes always pretending, this fool, always the same show!" ""Your skin goes great with Bach. "" "What the heck does that mean?" "For example, he could say, "Im lonely. "" "Thats it!" ""Tatiana, I am lonely," "Im 40 years old and Ivve always been lonely. "" "Hey, thats not funny, you know!" ""And the moment I saw you, I said to my self," ""shes the one Ivve been waiting for." ""Tatiana..." "I love you. "" "Oh no, totally wrong!" "Youre completely out of it!" "Bob St. Clare is the exact opposite of a sentimental man!" "Good morning, Mr. Merlin!" "Oh, Im sorry, yourre still here!" "Ill leave you alone." "No, Im leaving anyway." "Do you hear me?" "Thats who St. Clare is, and no one else!" "Ah, Bob St. Clare!" "What a man!" "See?" "Thats your audience speaking!" "Bob St. Clare is a wildcat!" "A real man!" "Thats how we like him, isntt it, madame?" "Thats right!" "Goodbye, work hard!" "You see, this young lady says exactly what my niece says." "Okay listen, Mrs. Berger, go clean the bathroom, and thoroughly, please!" "I cant stand all this nonsense about Bob St. Clare anymore!" "A wildcat!" "A big savage in a kimono!" "Lets see what he thinks of this, the great athlete!" "Happy?" "Yeah." "Trying to start a fight?" "Wait a second." "Turn around." "Hello, yes?" "Bob, Its for you." "Hello?" "Hello, St. Clare!" "Im sorry, I have a very bad reception." "Shut up, already!" "Im listening." "Id like to make you a deal, dear St. Clare." "Can we meet on the cliffroad in half an hour?" "Perfect, see you there!" "Eat, eat your treats." "Youre not spending the night with me?" "Excuse me, baby, but I have more important things to do." "Down there, on your right, dont accelerate!" "Let go, get your foot off the brakes!" "Christine!" "Good morning, sir!" ""Georges", please!" "Were having lunch together." "Where?" "Anywhere." "Lasserre, Le Tour dArgent" "I dont have the time!" "How about some fries at Cintras snackbar?" "No, I only have half an hour." "I need to go to medico sociology class, next door." "Good idea!" "Ill walk you!" "Thank you." "Let me tell you that" "I started putting things in place yesterday." "Ive reunited all my contacts, theyrre waiting to meet you!" "Ill introduce you to the people in all the highest positions." "So, lets start tonight" "Well have dinner at my house, in Saint Cloud." "Thanks." "Shrimp, barbecue, sangria, completely unpr etentious." "Come quick, mademoiselle, quick!" "What happened?" "Its terrible!" "A misfortune!" "Come look!" "Where is he?" "He fell!" "Its horrible!" "He fell 200 feet!" "Not there in the ocean, not here!" "Bob St. Clare!" "He fell into the ocean!" "Look, here, read this!" "For Gods sake, Bob!" "Everybody thinks yourre dead!" "The Pentagon is shocked!" "All of Paris is in mourning!" "Panic in Beijing!" "You have fever?" "Yes and thats not all." "Whats that?" "Malaria!" "What can be done?" "We have to wait for it to spread." "What time is it?" "00." "We have to go!" "Where?" "To soak it in warm water." "Every half hour, the doctor told me." "But what about Karpof?" "Albania?" "The bombs?" "The Chinese?" "Id like to get my treatment first, if you dontt mind!" "My finger hurts!" "Ouch!" "Come on, stop being such an idiot!" "Hes lost his mind!" "Oh, thats not all, keep reading!" "No, Ive had enough!" "Wait, here, in the hospital, Bob St. Clare gets gangrene, they amputate his leg, but its too late." "His heart gives up and the next day, they take him to the morgue!" "Where is he now?" "In the morgue!" "No, Merlin, where is he?" "Great!" "Were winning!" "No, youre not!" "Objection!" "Come see for your self!" "Thats not fair!" "Itss our score, thatsss obvious!" "You cant write this!" "Itss ridiculous!" "What do you mean, I cant?" "I am the author, am I not?" "Ill write whatever I please!" "Oh, this Bob St. Clare!" "For ten years, that brute has overpowered and irritated me!" "Today, the final vengeance!" "Hes dead!" "And Imm alive!" "Ah, my friends!" "Fresh air!" "Sunshine!" "Sports!" "You took my ball!" "Are you calling me a thief?" "Take that back immediately!" "I didnt say anything!" "Thatss better." "Any comments?" "I dont want to be stepped on my whole life!" "No more forced labor!" "I wont write another word!" "Ill throw the typewriter into the trash!" "Finally, a free man!" "Right, my sweet muffin?" "Christine?" "Christine!" "Let me go." "Never." "Youre hurting me." "Even better!" "You ugly brute." "I thought you liked savages." "Youre disgusting!" "To think I wanted to write my thesis about you." "Nobody cares about your thesis anyway." "What?" "So what are you gonna do now?" "Ill leave Paris." "Ill go to the Auvergne, maybe the Far East." "You youll never write again?" "Never!" "What a shame." "I liked Tatiana." "Me, too." "I just had to go down one floor and I found my self in Mexico." "All this is your fault." "My fault?" "Yes, you and your theory of Bob Saint Clare, your ideal man!" "My ideal man?" "No, not at all." "I love sensitivity and tact in a man!" "Like my type." "Your type, exactly!" "Come on!" "Where to?" "Ill start again!" "Ill erase all this and start over." "Give me any random title and Ill write a new book in just two days!" "Oh, Christine, at this rate, thats three books every week!" "Finish this one first!" "Yes, youre right, where were we?" "Bob St. Clare had a meeting with Karpof." "Yes, thats it." "He leaves Tatiana." "Francois." "Youre out of coffee." "Illl go get some." "No, please." "Yes, Ill be right back!" "Christine, youre not ready yet?" "Oh monsieur, the dinner!" "Well, tonight isnt really good for me, after all." "Dont be a party pooper!" "Were late already!" "By the time we arrive in St. Cloud" "All right, you go ahead!" "I got some apples for you." "And you were out of jelly, so I bought some honey." "Oh, Im so clumsy." "I broke a glass, Im sorry!" "Youre leaving?" "Yes." "Youre not staying for dinner?" "No, I prepared everything for you." "The coffees ready." "Where are you going?" "To dinner." "Where?" "At your editors house." "Charron?" "You know him?" "Yes no, not really." "Since when?" "Since yesterday." "Its about my thesis, Illl explain it to you later." "Hes very nice, by the way." "All right, go, I understand, good night!" "Are you upset?" "No." "Give me some time to get used to it." "Im a little old fashioned, you know." "Hello?" "Whats happening?" "Were waiting for you." "Oh, well, Im not coming." "No!" "Dont do this to me!" "Do you know whos here?" "Samuel Witowski, the author of "Culture and Revolution"." "A genius!" "A pioneer!" "Hes eager to meet you." "Oh, Im really sorry, I cantt, I have to get up early tomorrow." "As you wish." "But Im very disappointed." "Good night!" "Shhhh!" "Shhhh!" "Mr. Charron." "What a surprise, huh?" "Come in!" "You werent sleeping, were you?" "Whats going on?" "Sam!" "Hell be in Paris for two days." "Youll see, hess such an exciting person!" "By the way, Christine," "Id like to ask you a question, please tell me honestly" "Heres my answer!" "Id rather die!" ""... ripped off her dress with a violent gesture... "" "There!" "What are you doing here, old man?" "Oh Francois!" "Answer me, what are you doing on the roof?" "Why did you let me leave?" "Hey, listen!" "Youre sleepwalking?" "Where are you going?" "Out, monsieur!" "Its this way." "You know, Im expecting your novel tomorrow morning." "Looking for inspiration in the gutters?" "Get to work!" "Your slippers!" "He forgot his slippers!" "He cant work without slippers." "Hey, leave me alone!" "Ow, my eye!" "Help me!" "That bitch!" "Your wig!" "Who cares about my wig?" "Francois, open up!" "You forgot your slippers!" "Leave me alone!" "Open up, I want to explain this to you!" "Im working!" "Francois!" "One more time?" "Gentlemen, I have just been raped by the head of the Albanian Secret Service!" "Commander, I violently protest!" "Your men behaved in an unacceptable manner just now, in front of my house!" "Fire!" "Ah, Bob, finally!" "I dont want him in here." "Hess contagious." "What is it this time?" "The mumps." "Move, forwards!" "Ah, "forward, " I said!" "Couldnt you be more careful?" "Are the mumps serious?" "Well, its kind of annoying for an adult." "Yes, Im impotent!" "So what?" "Cease fire!" "Karpov!" "Here I am." "Its between us now, Karpov!" "You know I like you, dont you!" "Really?" "There!" "Great, Merlin!" "You let your fans sleep in the stairway!" "Shut up!" "Oh, amongst gentlemen!" "Wait." "Hey Charron!" "Wait!" "You forgot something!"