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Full transcript in English language2 OR 3 THINGS I KNOW ABOUT HER HER: THE PARIS REGION On August 19th an act was published... ...concerning the governmental organization of the Paris region Two days later, Paul Delouvrier... ...was appointed Prefect of the Paris region... ...which, according to the official communiqué... ...now became a new and distinct administrative unit Her: She is Marina Vlady, an actress She is wearing a midnight blue sweater with two yellow stripes She is of Russian origin Her hair is dark auburn or light brown, I'm not sure Yes, speak as though quoting the truth Old father Brecht said that... ...that actors should quote Now she is turning her head to the right, but that's not important Her: She is Juliette Janson, who lives here She is wearing a midnight blue sweater with two yellow stripes Her hair is dark auburn or light brown, I'm not sure She is of Russian origin Two years ago in Martinique... just like a Simenon novel I don't know which one... oh, yes, Banana Tourists I've got to manage somehow I think Robert earns 1,100 francs a month Now she has turned her head to the left, but that's not important I conclude that the Gaullist government... ...under a mask of modernization and reform... ...is merely regularizing the natural tendencies of capitalism Also that, in systemizing planning and centralization... ...the government is further disrupting the nation's economy... ...not to mention its basic moral fibre 18 LESSONS ON INDUSTRIAL SOCIETY I'm just looking at the floor, that's all I can feel the tablecloth - It's fantastic! - What can you hear? The Saigon-Washington circuit - Who's talking? - Johnson Johnson? What's he saying? In 1965, to force Hanoi to negotiate... ...it was with a heavy heart that I ordered... ...my pilots to bomb North Vietnam It was tremendous... ...but Hanoi would not negotiate In 1966, again with a heavy heart... ...I ordered my pilots to bomb Haiphong and Hanoi Let me listen It was tremendous, but Hanoi would not negotiate In July, 1967, still with a heavy heart... ...I ordered my pilots to destroy Chinese nuclear bases It was tremendous, but Hanoi would not negotiate In 1967, to force Hanoi to negotiate... ...and still with a heavy heart... ...I ordered my pilots to bomb Peking It was tremendous, but Hanoi would not negotiate Now, my missiles are aimed at Moscow President Johnson says that Hanoi must understand... ...his patience has limits Damn, I can't hear now Would you like me to wear tights designed to look like knee-socks? They make daring dresses decent... and flatter young, slender legs Stop talking rubbish - "Madame Express" says so - Never heard of her You're so unsophisticated Now it's the American generals They say they want to send the Vietnamese back to the Stone Age "Stone" means the same as pierre, doesn't it? How did you pay for your Mini? Juliette found it; she has a real nose for bargains Dear George Washington, what madness made you a William Pitt? Pax Americana: Jumbo-sized brain-washing A sort of "message from beyond" thing I was doing the dishes I started to cry I heard a voice saying: "You are indestructible" I, me, myself, everybody I don't know really... it's so confused I don't really know what time is It may not be definable Roger is leaving We often try to analyse the meaning of words... ...but are too easily led astray One must admit that there's nothing simpler... ...than taking things for granted Undoubtedly, the planning of the Paris region... ...will favour the government's policy of class discrimination... ...and allow the monopolies to shape the economy... ...without reference to the needs of its eight million inhabitants The eyes are the body... ...and sound is... Do you ever dream, mummy? - You'll be late for school - But I want to know In my dreams I used to feel that I was being sucked into a huge hole Now I feel I'm being scattered in a thousand pieces Before, even if it was a slow process, I would wake up all at once Now I'm afraid there'll be pieces missing I had a dream last night, you know I was walking all alone at the edge of a cliff The path was only wide enough for one person Suddenly, I saw two twins walking towards me I wondered how they would get past Suddenly, one of the twins went towards the other... ...and they became one person And then I realized that these two people... ...were North and South Vietnam being united What is language, mummy? Language is the house man lives in ON CLASS: FURTHER LESSONS ON INDUSTRIAL SOCIETIES Electricity, Madame. Where is the meter? I'm afraid it's fifty francs Enjoying facilities they never had before... ...people use gas and hot water, without thinking of the bill to come This means money for the rent... ...or else doing without TV, a car, or holidays A change from their usual standards, in other words Only seven more minutes I've brought you Solange, Monsieur Gérard Aren't you forgetting something? This is all I have, but I'll do better next week Only three more minutes Can we come in? I'm a bit short Go over there with the other children Come and play. Let's read a story Picky Pouc is walking by a river There, hatching her eggs... ...Madame Pelican... Always the same story: She trains as a dressmaker and is hired by a small firm She meets a boy, gets pregnant, he leaves her Next year, another guy, same thing At the maternity home she gets sermons... ...but also useful tips on how to support two kids So she does her job by day, and becomes a prostitute at night One day a nice guy falls in love with her and marries her They set up house Too expensive, of course. A third kid arrives And the husband asks her to go on the streets Is it cotton? Have you dresses like this? I finish at seven; I'm meeting Jean-Claude at eight We'll eat, then go to the pictures Yes, I know how to talk Let's talk together Together is a word I like Together means thousands of people, perhaps a whole city No one knows what the city of the future will be like Part of the wealth of meaning it once had will undoubtedly be lost Undoubtedly Maybe The creative and formative roles of the city... ...will be taken over by other forms of communication Maybe... television and radio... Vocabulary and syntax, consciously and deliberately No lunch yet and it's three Navy-blue Shetland sweaters A new language is needed I got up at eight o'clock. I have hazel eyes PYSCHOLOGY OF FORMS May I try this on? In this room there is some blue, red and green Yes, I'm quite sure My sweater is blue White should suit you I'd like a cotton dress with sleeves Because I can see it's blue But what if blue had been called green by mistake? This is fine, but... When do you close? - Seven - Keep it for me I can't do that. You'll have to see the... Will you put this aside while I go to the bank? - Very well, but only until six - I'll be back before six That's why my feelings haven't always a specific object Desire, for instance Sometimes you know the object of your desire, sometimes not For instance, I feel I'm missing something, but don't know what... ...or else I feel afraid with nothing to fear Does any expression... ...not refer to a specific object? Oh, yes... order, logic For instance, something may make me cry, but... ...the reason for my tears is not contained... ...in their traces on my cheeks In other words... ...you can describe what happens when I do something... ...without necessarily indicating... ...what makes me do it I'll be back at six I examine the city, its inhabitants, and the bonds between them... ...as closely as a biologist examines... ...the relations between individual and race in evolution Only thus can I tackle problems of social pathology... ...and formulate the hope for a genuine new city To define myself, one word: Indifference How are you? I arrived this morning. I'm waiting for Jean-Paul I'm staying until this evening I see you have new shoes I live in the big block near the Autoroute du Sud I come to Paris twice a month You know: The big blue and white buildings - They're American shoes - To trample Vietnamese with To trample South Americans, too We've met i think. Consider my offer, I only take 10% You don't say - Heard about Isabelle? - Yes, a razor-slashing You're not scared? The war's over, and anyway I'm only doing this temporarily... I hope This is how Juliette, at 3.37 p.m., watched the turning pages... ...of that object known in journalese as a magazine And this is how, 150 frames later, another young woman, her twin... ...saw the same object. Where, then, is the truth? Full-face or profile? But first, what is an object? Perhaps it is a link enabling us... ...to pass from one subject to another, therefore to live together But since social relations are always ambiguous... ...since thought divides as much as it unites... ...since words unite or isolate by what they express or omit... ...since an immense gulf separates my subjective awareness... ...from the objective truth I represent for others... ...since I constantly blame myself, though I feel innocent... ...since every event transforms my daily life... ...since I constantly fail to communicate... ...since each failure makes me aware of solitude... ...since... ...since I cannot escape crushing objectivity or isolating subjectivity... ...since I cannot rise to the state of being, or fall into nothingness... ...I must listen, I must look around more than ever The world... my kin... my twin The world alone... ...today when revolutions are impossible and wars threaten me... ...when capitalism is unsure of its rights and the working class retreats... ...when the lightning progress of science... ...brings the future terribly near... ...when the future is closer than the present... ...when the distant galaxies are at my door... ...my kin, my twin... Where is the beginning? But what beginning? God created heaven and earth. But one should be able to put it better To say that the limits of language, of my language... ...are those of the world, of my world... ...and that in speaking, I limit the world, I end it And when mysterious, logical death abolishes these limits... ...there will be no question, no answer, just vagueness But if things come into focus again... ...this can only be through the rebirth of conscience Everything follows from this I don't know where or when... ...just that it happened I have tried all day to recapture the feeling There was a scent of trees I was the world... the world was me A landscape is like a face This is for Jews only... because it's a one-star hotel I don't want you to watch me undressing - You'll be naked anyway - That's different I'm a Parisian I work in the Métro There are two million other Parisians down there, too You never see them, because the police don't allow photographs Mind if the mirror's there? I can't help it if I tend to be passive Having sexual intercourse... Why should I be ashamed of being a woman? If I am, it's of being happy or indifferent Yes, that's what I'm ashamed of sometimes He's going to put himself between my legs I feel the weight of my arm when I move it Perhaps I should leave Robert He doesn't want to get ahead in the world, he's content as he is It was the same in Martinique - Why the lipstick? - What's it to you? - How do you want it? - I don't know - Italian-style? - What's that? You stand and I kneel, so you can see me The idea of being sexually independent of a man is tempting... ...but in practice I'd hate it Humility isn't really a good thing... ...because it's sad I'd say the same about shame... ...as a way of stopping people quarrelling Because shame determines everyone's actions... ...on the basis of other people's approval or censure So it's sad, too Therefore it's bad... ...like self-contempt... ...and all such feelings - Want it this way? - Certainly not I was offered... ...thirty francs a day to work in the Madeleine area Do you understand? I'm a secretary I speak English and Italian But no job because I'm too old No, nothing for you, they said at the agency yesterday What is art? Form becoming style; but the style is the man... ...therefore art is the humanizing of forms... I look at the wall, at objects Now... Never... There At the moment I'm looking out What a tan! Where have you been? In Russia - Where? - Silence. In Leningrad Are the Russians nice? Happiness. They're like anyone else - I was just asking - They're pleasant enough A few sounds Seen the Duperrets lately? I saw them briefly near the Gare St. -Lazare It's true, though, that people never know each other... It's broken Blue exercise books How goes it? Not to have to make love It's better than the factory I wouldn't like to work in a factory How are the children? Words never say what I'm really saying They're fine, but not too well behaved I wait... I watch... This one? My hair The telephone It's for you, Marianne - Isn't Yvonne here? - No, she's sick Can I leave half an hour early again? If Paulette agrees I'm very careful crossing the road I think of the accident before it can happen ...putting an end to my life... Unemployment... ...sickness... old age... Death... never I've no plans for the future, all prospects are closed My name is Paulette Cadjaris I didn't make the grade as a typist No, I don't believe in the future I wander around, I don't like being shut in I do a bit of reading when I can Yes, I like to study people's characters I like walking and climbing... ...and going cycling, just for fun Movies? Two or three times a month, but not in summer I've never been to the theatre, though I'd like to I prefer reading... biographies... ...studying people's lives, their character... ...their work... ...books on travel... ...ancient history A tree Later, when François and I are married... What else have I done? Just ordinary things There is increasing interaction between images and language One might say that living in society today... ...is almost like living in a vast comic strip Yet language in itself cannot accurately define an image For instance... For instance, how do you render events? How to say or show that at 4.10 p.m. That afternoon... ...Juliette and Marianne came to the garage where Juliette's husband works? Right way, wrong way... ...how can one say exactly what happened? Of course, there is Juliette, her husband, the garage But are these the words and images to use? Are there no others? Am I talking too loud, looking too close? For instance, there are leaves... ...and although Juliette is no Faulkner heroine... ...those leaves are as dramatically valid as the wild palms There's another girl... - even that one can't say completely honestly There's also a cloudy sky, if I turn my head... ...and words on the walls Why all these signs which make me doubt language... ...by drowning reality rather than detaching it from the imaginary? In images, anything goes: The best and the worst Before my eyes, common sense repairs the break in my reasoning Objects exist... ...and if we pay them more attention than we do people... ...it is because they exist more than those people Dead objects live on Living people are often dead already I'm looking for reasons to live happily And if I now push this analysis further... ...I think there is a reason for living simply in memory... ...and in the facility for stopping to enjoy the present... ...that is, to catch a fleeting reason to be alive... ...and to have kept it a few seconds... ...and after it has been unearthed from the circumstances surrounding it To bring into the world of man the simplest things... ...to see the human spirit take possession of them... ...to create a new world where man and things exist in harmony... ...that is my aim As much political as poetic, it explains this passion for expression Whose passion? Mine: Writer and painter It is 4.45 p.m. Should I have talked about Juliette or the leaves... ...since it's impossible to do both at once? Let's say that both, on this October evening, trembled slightly THE GREAT HOPE OF THE 20TH CENTURY - Been here long? - Three years - Where are you from? - Algeria You like it better here? - Any sisters or brothers? - One of each - And your parents? - They're back home What's your father's job? He's in aviation - Your mother? - She doesn't work This image shows the meeting of three civilizations The era of leisure, the era of the key-ring... ...and the era of the bum And if you can't afford LSD, buy colour TV Didn't you know? I thought it was 150 francs and all night 150 francs for the whole night? You're crazy He's not here I don't know why, but I was thinking about things It's a big place, isn't it? There's even a bathroom Thought meshes with reality or calls it in question Calls it in question Where's this guy, then? - What's he saying? - We undress here I'll wear it after. It's from Chez Vog Have you seen Paco Rabannes' dresses? They're super, all made of little metal discs They're terrific; for evenings, of course I could speak French They're all crazy down there A dead Vietcong costs the U.S. Treasury a million dollars Johnson could get 20,000 girls like you for that I existed, that's all I knew That's all I could tell Your tee shirt is very America uber alles Yes, cities are constructions in space The mobile elements of a city? I don't know The inhabitants... Yes, the mobile elements are as important as the fixed ones Even at its most commonplace, a city is a pleasant spectacle No event has an autonomous life It's always limited to things around it Perhaps the observer of this spectacle... ...is simply me? Each inhabitant has ties with certain parts of the city And with what? With the image, usually steeped in associations The physical clarity of this image Paris is a mysterious city... ...asphyxiating... natural What's going on? He's crazy He enjoys it better if we don't look No, not that Never mind, I'll do it It's strange that a person... ...in Europe on 17th August, 1966... ...can be thinking of a person in Asia Thinking, meaning to say... ...are not activities like writing, running or eating They're inside you If someone asks me to go on with this song... ...I could, yes, I could go on What sort of process is this... ...this knowing one can go on with something? I don't know For example, I can think of someone absent... ...imagine him... ...or find him evoked by a remark... ...even if he is dead For example, I say: "I'm hot"... ...or rather, "I'm impatient" Now I understand the thought process It's substituting... ...an effort of the imagination for an examination of real objects To say something, to try to say something... Perhaps they are manifestations of the nervous and muscular systems For example, I say: "I'm going to meet Robert at the Elysée-Marbeuf" Now I try to think it without words... ...neither out loud nor under my breath - Waiting for someone? - Yes, my wife I'm waiting, too, but he may not come - A note for her? - No, it's for myself Too bad, it's raining Fortunately, it was not so under Comrade Lenin Buy Rigenerato Rubber Rigenerato Rubber offers special possibilities for rubber objects Léon Pelli, removals, transport, excursions... ...108 rue Joubert Philips, by the cemetery The fountain flows, doleful as a dog's muzzle The rose frightens me: It never laughs Purify thyself, stranger; I shall enter pure, said Demetrius With her tresses dipped in water... ...the girl moistened his eyelids, his lips, his fingers In the heart of the beautiful Pyrenees... ...you will find a wide choice of resorts 24 rue du Quatre Septembre, Paris 2. Phone 742.21.34 "I still do not know the manner in which... "...the rash acts of madmen will be circumvented. "Nikita Khrushchev "I'll go to Paris soon", she said modestly... ...as though Miss Calendar could open doors for her - You've nothing else to say to me? - No, nothing special How about you? Want me to tell you what I'm doing? You just did, you're writing But it's very special. I pick up messages from the beyond I saw a film where someone did that Tell me again what you said about the rain I like rain You didn't say that No, I didn't I said rain made me sad Isn't that rather commonplace? No, because rain doesn't make everyone sad Tell me something else you find interesting People never really talk in films. I'd like to try with you You want to talk with me really? Only because you're a stranger I like talking to strangers Well, talk then - Do you know what it means to talk? - It's saying words And what is saying words? Saying words... is talking... ...to say stupid things or interesting things How could we talk together? Really talk, committing ourselves totally Well, by picking an interesting subject and discussing it - All right, let's talk about sex - As usual Are you afraid to? I think you're afraid Think what you like, but I'm not. Why should I be? Why are people always scared of sex? It doesn't scare me Well, I'm going to ask you to say something, and I bet you refuse Go ahead Promise you'll say it It depends whether it's silly and whether I want to or not - See? You're scared - It's not that at all All right, I'll tell you My sexual organ is between my legs. Go on, say it We're not in school No, but you said you weren't scared of sex - I'm not - Say it, then Why? It's stupid It's as simple as lighting a cigarette No, I light a cigarette because I want to smoke What's the point in saying something obvious? You have a sexual organ just as you have eyes. Why not say so? Because I don't talk about my eyes, shoulders or sex, that's why You should; you have lovely eyes. A lovely mouth, too Isn't that man the Nobel Prize winner? Ivanov? Could be What will communist ethics be like? The same as they are now, I expect Meaning what? Look out for one another, work for one's country... ...Love it... ...Love the arts and science What will the difference be, then? It will be easier to explain when communism comes Oh, yes, I understand, it's money It's a great evil, because you steal without realizing it Can I ask you a question? - Should one be honest with oneself? - At your age, definitely And at yours? At my age... as often as possible No, always You're right One must always be sensitive to the intoxication of life Can I ask you another question? Is poetry formative, or simply decorative? Everything that decorates life is formative You mentioned intoxication: Did you mean beer or vodka? Neither. Just intoxication I've never tried either. What is the intoxication of life? I think that you know what it is I often get depressed and I cry. It's terrible Haven't you time to talk about me? Actually, it might be better done in writing... ...but that would be even worse than it is now Please don't look at me, I'm so ashamed. But only you can advise me - Why me? - I don't know - Why me? - I don't know Don't you have friends... ...a tutor, parents? Yes, I have Aren't they good people? Some of them are Intelligent people? Yes, intelligent Then why me? Have you read my books? Not really read... but we study them in school Don't you think it's strange, then, that it's me you want to talk to? I thought you had more courage It's not a question of courage... ...but of competence Then we'd better stop I'll go away What have you been doing all day, clever? This morning I worked... at my garage - Do you own it? - No, I don't Then why is it "my" garage? At "the" garage. Right You're not listening How do you know it's a garage? Are you sure the word isn't "swimming-pool" or "hotel"? I suppose it could be Exactly. How do things get particular names? They're given them Who by? You know a lot, but do you know yourself? Not very well Gilbert frowned slightly. Martine noticed, and blushed Crowned by dualism, the Hungarian success was national... ...but the rise of Italy and Germany was international Another egg mayonnaise and a chocolate mousse Involuntarily, my fingers moved. "He'll talk", said a voice The water stopped, the gag was removed. I could breathe again In the darkness the two officers hit my stomach... ...to pump out the water I'd swallowed Thought, however, is not merely the investigation of non-thought - What for you, Monsieur Pécuchet? - A surprise I'm out of surprises Thought as such is bound to the coming of Being Being, inasmuch as it is the coming, is the end of thought Being is, inasmuch as it is the end of thought... SOCIOLOGY OF THE NOVEL Hurry up, I haven't all day! - Why not there? - There's no room No need to wait on events now, to photograph and kill people Go back to the ABC of existence Nor when? I only remember it happened Maybe it's not important It was on the way to the hotel with the chap from the Métro - I've thought about it all day A sense of my ties with the world Suddenly I felt I was the world... ...and the world was me I would take pages and pages, whole volumes, to describe that A landscape is like a face I wanted to say, I simply see a face with a particular expression But that doesn't mean it's an extraordinary expression... ...or that you'll try to describe it Perhaps you want to say it's this or that She looks like Chekhov's Natasha Or she's Nanook's sister in Flaherty's film But you'd be right to say it can't be described in words Yet I feel the expression on my face must mean something Something standing out from the general outline I mean from the sort of form outlined which... As if it were possible to say... ...this face has a particular expression... and then... ...and then... in fact, this is what it is For instance, weariness Our apartment in the best part of town was sold, and we were stuck here It just isn't the same What are we to do? We'll start over again It's nice here, we have lots of fun No games, though The ladders over there are dangerous SOLD HERE They took away the roundabout and swings It's nice, if only we had something to do Go and find the children. What about the key? Hello. What are you doing? My homework - What's it about? - Friendship. I'll read it In my new school, the boys and girls are all together This makes it co-ed Is friendship between boys and girls possible? Yes and no Yes, because some girls are very nice Maryse, Martine, Ghislaine, Roseline With these girls we can talk "Hello kid", I say. "Hello", they reply Then we talk until we disagree "Be quiet", he says. "Yes, but you said that" If I agree, we go on talking In this case friendship is good because the girls are nice With Maryse and Roseline we have more serious discussions "What is your answer to this problem?", Roseline asked "A over B equals AOB..." Here again friendship is possible and desirable No, because the other girls are mean and sneaky The ones with glasses we don't talk to, we quarrel with them Oh, anything is possible Can I go on, please? "You're impossible", she says I kick her, she throws an ink-ball at me, teacher comes in In this case friendship is not desirable or possible I'd rather be electrocuted with my feet in water Both nice and nasty girls are quite clean... ...and most are nice, so I feel better about it Well, we got there - Where? - Home - So what now? - We go to bed. What's up with you? - And then? - We wake up - And then? - Same again We'll wake up. We'll eat And then? I don't know Die And then? Can I read for a bit? What does it mean to know something? Robert, fetch Solange, please Show my eyes... I know they're my eyes because I see with them I know they're not my knees or whatever, because I've been told so Suppose I hadn't been told? How would life be? If Hitler came, I'd shoot him How can I be sure? I'd be waiting for him As soon as he came in, I'd shoot No, I don't know where he is When I don't know, I imagine How can I imagine, when I don't know where he is? No, I don't know if he's still alive Yes, perhaps I'm confusing thought and reality Yes, I'd be inclined to say that... ...since real objects don't always exist... ...to vouch for the truth... ...the truth of our thoughts Our thoughts are not the substance of reality... ...but its shadow I'm not sure The children are asleep To define oneself in a word: Not yet dead - average practical intelligence... ...involving wide-ranging interests and the ability to make decisions Richardson, Buloz and Henry discovered that... ...among the 2,589 persons employed by their clients... ...the practical I.Q. Score for executives was 84... ...for managers and foremen, 78, and for manual workers, 74 The successful man is self-confident, but not aggressive Did you underline that? The successful man is prepared to acknowledge his failings He is not afraid to say "I don't know" Only a man who is sure of himself can admit defeat I don't agree Read something else if you don't like it Do you know the difference between true and false love? False love leaves me as I am. Time changes me and the person I love Do you think I've changed? I'm just tired No, not you. Me I've changed and I'm still the same. So, what is it? I don't know In that case, give me a cigarette Listening to the commercials on my transistor, and thanks to Esso... ...I drive off without a care on the road to dreams I forget Hiroshima, Auschwitz, Budapest... ...I forget Vietnam, the housing problem... ...the famine in India I forget everything except that I'm back at zero... ...and have to start from there |
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