Original subtitles

Thank you.

You got tight pants and loose morals.

You got tight pants and loose morals.

Tell me what would Jesus say if he arrived on scene today?

He'd say, sign up them loose morals.

Loose enough, tight pants.

Come on, Senator.

He'd say.

That's what Jesus would say, here I am seen today.

Et on s 'en fout d 'attraper un vérole, et on s 'en fout pour lui qu 'on tire un

coup.

A piece of social realism.

Amsterdam.

A city of beauty and enchantment.

But for some, it's a mortal city.

Let's take Georges, for example.

He kills himself with a little fire at a tedious job and a guy.

The day is over.

He finds his solitude.

Once, Alors qu 'il venait de quitter son usine, il vit, marcha.

Quel sourire.

Georges n 'en revenait pas.

Il voulait lui parler.

Un harangue, s 'il vous plaît.

Balbutia -t -il.

Oh, quelle belle main.

C 'est vraiment le genre de fille que j 'ai toujours rêvé de rencontrer.

Il était tombé perdument amoureux.

Il rassembla tout son courage pour lui parler, mais il n 'y parvint pas.

Impuissant et amer, il rejoignit sa petite chambre et retrouva sa solitude.

Si seulement j 'avais eu le courage de lui parler, on sait -il.

Et puis merde, mieux vaut l 'oublier.

You'd better look around you.

What a mess.

If only... Oh, it's not worth complaining.

She must have lots of little friends.

What does she have to do with me?

Come on, stop. Forget it.

Forget it. Don't think about her anymore.

But he couldn't get her out of his mind.

During this time, Marchat closed his shop and went home.

Ah,

these four walls, I can no longer see them, she said.

I'm going to change and go out.

No.

Deep down, I don't really want to go out.

I'm going to brush my teeth and go to bed.

I'm sure she liked it.

And then, you can't help but think about it.

But she couldn't get him out of her mind.

The next day, George did not hold back.

He would have liked to see this girl again, but he did not have the courage.

Then suddenly, as he broke the crust, he took a firm resolution.

He left the workshop and ran to Marchat's shop.

This time I will talk to her, he said.

But she was not there.

I lost her, he thought.

There are so many people in this city.

I will never find her.

Il erra des heures durant, le cœur triste.

Il avait du mal à admettre que le destin soit aussi cruel.

Ainsi, éperdu de misère et de désespoir, il ne savait même plus où il en était

lorsque tout à coup, il trébucha.

Mais, mais, mais c 'est vous, s 'écria -t -il.

Marcha, dit -elle.

Marcha, Marcha, je vous aime.

Or, je vous cherchais partout et je commençais à désespérer.

Mais maintenant, vous êtes là avec moi et la vie est vraiment magnifique.

Au fait, je m 'appelle Georges.

Oui, Georges, dit -elle. La vie est magnifique, maintenant que nous sommes

réunis.

Et ils furent très heureux.

Oui, très heureux.

George's ears heard sounds.

What is this message, thinks George.

And what's going on, asks Marcia.

But it was too late.

In the span of an instant, everything had become different.

There was a light, there was truth, there was a meaning.

You can't soothe this girl, cried the voices in her head.

Now you have transcended human misery and you can see the divine truth of the

universe.

Oui, s 'écria George.

Oui, oui.

Suis -moi et ne pêche plus.

L 'amour avait triomphé de la misère et l 'histoire d 'une solitude s 'était

terminée en bonheur.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

East is east.

West is west.

Chairman Mao knows what's best.

Left is right.

And right is wrong.

Why the hell can't we get along?

East is red, west is blue.

Something's dead between me and you.

East is sad, west is blue.

Something's dead between me and you.

Something's dead...

CHOIR SINGS

Oh, how bitter are the tears in your eyes and how much you cry.

Oh, how bitter are the tears in your eyes and how much you

cry.

He was once.

He was once.

He was once.

He was once.

To my

commandment!

Anjou!

J 'aime, ô pâle beauté, tes sourcils surbaissés d 'où semblent couler des

ténèbres. Tes yeux, quoique très noirs, m 'inspirent des pensées qui ne

sont pas du tout funèbres.

Tes yeux, qui sont d 'accord avec tes noirs cheveux, avec ta crinière

élastique. Tes yeux, languissamment, me disent...

Si tu veux, amant de la muse plastique, suivre l 'espoir qu 'en toi nous avons

excité, et tous les goûts que tu professes, tu pourras constater notre

depuis le nombril jusqu 'aux fesses.

Tu trouveras, au bout de deux beaux seins bien lourds, deux larges médailles

de bronze, et sous un ventre uni, doux, Comme du velours.

Bistré comme la peau d 'un bon.

Une riche troison.

Qui vraiment est la soeur de cette énorme chevelure. Souple et frisée.

Et qui t 'égale en épaisseur.

Nuit sans étoile.

Nuit obscure.

Richard Henry Johnson, a young man from the Midwest.

Crossed the Atlantic Ocean on that old pony express.

He came with a loaded camera and a pair of high heels.

And anything he saw, well, he was sure to shoot. He was a handsome man.

He hit Amsterdam.

He was a handsome man.

He hit Amsterdam.

Well, like all lonesome cowboys out on the tourist range, he was looking for

some action just to make a change.

But little did he know, much later to his surprise, there were two nice young

ladies who liked to pick on handsome guys. He was a handsome man. He hit

Amsterdam. He was a handsome man.

Amsterdam. He followed in his footsteps as he trekked all over town.

But he never stopped to think, nor did he look around.

But he never could have guessed, not in his wildest dreams, that these two

nationalities could be quite so obscene. He was a handsome man. He did

Amsterdam.

He was a handsome man.

Amsterdam. No.

Please. Ah!

you just

Oh, God.

Well,

I called on some cowboys out on the tourist range.

He was looking for some action just to make a change.

But little did he know.

And much later to his surprise There were two nice young ladies Who liked to

pick on handsome guys He was a handsome man He hit Amsterdam

He was a handsome man He hit Amsterdam

Those little games they played And all that fun

they had Was just perhaps too much for this one creepy old man.

This story is a moral.

There's nothing in the end.

But watch out for lost old ladies. Your young child won't have to be one of

them. He was a man. He was a man.

bizarre viennent chercher l 'éternité en ces lieux. Je leur conseille toujours

aimez -vous les uns les autres.

What's good about my job is that if I'm bad, I don't give a damn.

Three years ago, Bander Youde told me that one

day, an international colloquium of psychoanalysts was held in Amsterdam.

La discussion avait tourné autour du fait de savoir comment l 'envie avait

à chaque participant de sucer son sexe.

À l 'époque, j 'avais trouvé cela indécent.

Où sont tous ces contes pêcheurs?

Au bâton de mon père.

Qu 'est -ce que tu attends pour les remonter?

Comptablement.

Make sure they stay until tonight.

Do you allow me now?

Father, do I have the right?

If someone comes to see us, I distinguish the feeling of a light

wake. Why the hell didn't he let this girl kiss him if it was me?

I hate them!

Modela.

Modera.

Modera. Modera.

My father.

Good evening.

They are all here.

What a beautiful Sunday.

Beautiful.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

... ... ... ... ...

To destroy the mysticism that surrounds Moses.

If I have a little too much to drink, it is in order to be able to annoy this

dear Moses without complex.

Moses, why Moses?

Tell us everything about this Moses.

Tell us why, my father.

Tell us the story of this Moses.

Moses ordered that all beings that would come to the world,

whatever their species, and who growl. On our planet,

like...

Be all killed.

In any case... It's Moses, the only author of the Ten Commandments.

Yes, it's not possible.

Pray the Lord.

Lend the Lord.

the Lord, my friends.

Silence! Wait!

Before I would like to...

Il est évident que si ce commandement n 'existait pas, que celle ou celui qui a

pris mon rubis serait innocent.

Le seul coupable pour moi, c 'est Moïse.

Lui seul.

Il est mort avant d 'avoir appris à nous connaître.

Il est mort avant...

have been able to modify these commandments.

C 'est épuisant.

Tu ne commettras point l 'adultère.

Qu 'est -ce qu 'on doit en tirer? Qu 'est -ce que ça nous apporte? Tu ne

commettras point l 'adultère.

Vous le savez?

Homo sapiens hypocriticus.

Ce qui me fait chier.

Allez -y, mes enfants.

Repentez -vous.

Oh, my God.

Wait, I still have a lot of things to tell you.

Listen, I still have a lot of things to...

Stop.

I still have a lot of things to tell you.

Yes,

yes, you can.

Yes.

Listen to me.

I still have something to tell you.

Listen. That's enough. Stop.

Though...