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The case has long been made: men are mad.

The world they have built is in their image: INSANE.

The society we live in is rotten to the core!

Wars, crises, violence, oppression, anger --

the prodigious anger which stems from all this and which inhabits us...

This world is coming to an end. The apocalypse is near and inescapable.

The generation that reigns, owns and rules today is solely responsible

for this immense mess - these omnipotent, potbellied men,

these grotesque planning technocrats, organizers of

all kinds of mayhem, who erect absurd babylons with poetic names.

Their watchdogs are the generals and the police.

- Pierre Viansson-Ponté Extract from the newspaper Le Monde

- Tell me,

do women fancy you?

That bitch!

Nothing.

Just a problem with the pigs.

Kiss me.

After all, no...

I don't feel like being kissed by you.

Pass me your joint.

Fuck her.

Blacks used to be like Jews.

Every morning,

they would blame themselves for being Black.

Now they are aware of their strength.

Aren't they the most beautiful?

Aren't they the strongest?

Aren't they great fuckers?

Don't they have a great dick?

- Good morning sir.

- Good morning, sir.

- Do you love me?

- You're getting fat, lady!

- You're getting on my nerves.

- I have divine eyes.

I'm a Botticelli.

- You crazy?

- I am,

but I don't care.

First, my tits are more beautiful than yours.

Aren't I a true Venus?

- What does that mean?

- It means I have a nice ass.

Give me that.

Give me your glove!

- Wait a sec!

- You too have a Venusian ass.

- Give me a back rub, will you?

You're hurting me!

How clumsy you are!

- What did I ask you just now?

Oh yes, do you love me?

- You crazy?

- Kiss me.

- No.

- Tell me that you love me.

- I do.

- Kiss me.

- Er, no. - No?

- Will you kiss me! - Maybe.

Well, if you insist.

- Kiss me.

Kiss me.

- Well, let's go now. - All right.

- How do you find him?

- He fucked her well!

He is no pussyboy.

- That's for sure!

Here, sweet love.

- Thank you.

- How serious he looks!

Is he a bonze?

- He gives me the jitters.

So,

what do we do now?

- Do you know

you're a true Raphael madonna?

It's funny...

When I am with you,

everything seems unimportant.

Tell me...

Maybe it's absurd.

It doesn't make sense.

But it makes us feel safe,

and, better yet,

it's wonderful.

I mean it.

When I am with you,

I feel safe.

I love you.

Everything becomes different.

Everything takes on a whole new dimension.

I think I love you.

- Hello.

- Have you been here long?

- Take a seat.

You've never been so gorgeous!

- And you've just come back from the south; your nose is shiny.

- What did you do this summer?

- I stayed in Paris. Paris in August...

I love it!

- What would you like to drink?

- Nothing.

- And you? - Scotch.

Why are you so silent?

- Have you seen the new Truffaut?

- Which, Day for Night?

What a mess!

It's a narcissistic film.

- Hello!

Haven't you seen Jean?

Where the hell is he?

Hello. How are you?

- Yes...

- Oh yes!

Caress me, yes.

- Caress me!

- Are you Mr. Brown?

Mr. Brown?

Mr. Brown?

- Is Mr. Smith in?

- Please ask at the reception desk, madame.

- Thank you.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Smith, please.

- I am sorry. He's at the club.

- Take this.

It's for you.

- Never. - All right.

- Hello darling!

You have beautiful eyes tonight.

Hello. I'm late.

- Never mind. The DJ is not here yet...

- When did you arrive from the States?

- Do you see what I see?

- A monster!

- Don't you like him?

- I need him.

I need him.

- He's Tarzan.

- Why don't you ever say anything?

- King of the jungle!

I feel like Jane,

the bride of Tarzan.

- Will I see you tonight?

- Can you move over, please?

Is all this yours?

You're not much of a talker.

How silent you are!

You're Tutankhamun!

- Are you two okay?

- You hiding something?

Take 'em off. It makes me feel uneasy

But you're cute, anyway.

Come.

- Hail, O Lord!

Ex-lord of the jungle, now lord of Pigalle?

Picking up whores?

- You know, gentlemen,

the club is closed.

Anything I can do for you?

- It's a pity.

He had crazy eyes.

- What about you?

You sure I can't do anything for you?

- Nice, isn't it?

Don't you think?

Well...

You look so serious.

I can't believe it!

You're a wall.

It's strange.

You seem to be going through a real tragedy.

If I had known, I'd have called a friend!

You're not the easiest person to talk with.

I think I prefer my friend.

My Tiger of Eschnapur!

- No, Mr. Carter is not back yet.

- Have you lost something?

- Your keys, maybe?

May I open the door for you?

- Stop it. You're hurting me.

- Hello.

- You're just in time --

I was beginning to feel lonely.

"Today, love is so boring that

it takes many people to make it acceptable."

Paul Morand.

We really are the two most cultured whores in Paris.

Who's this beautiful monster?

I didn't know that was your type.

True enough, he's not so bad-looking.

Can I have him?

- Drop dead! - You bitch.

- What are you doing?

- I'm taking off my clothes.

- Why?

Because I like to mingle,

sweetheart!

- He's mine!

- Why? Don't you agree?

- Well...

if you really feel like it, have it your way...

- You seem so distant,

my sweet lord.

What do you think he wants?

- I guess he is a peeping tom.

Showtime, sweetie.

- Bravo!

May I join in?

- No. Two is already plenty.

- Too bad. I'm taking off my clothes.

Aren't my blue eyes the most beautiful eyes in the world?

- You've always been a bit crazy. - Love me.

- Fuck you.

- Who's this guy?

- We wish we knew!

- I am fed up!

You never stop making love.

I said, I am fed up.

- Will you tell us again about your blue eyes?

- You bitches!

You dirty bitches!

I'd like to join in.

Stop.

Take my clothes off.

I dream of a man.

A man for play.

- Bitch!

- Did she talk?

- Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr. Carter.

- He's out.

- Look where you're walking, mister!

Pussycat,

won't you come up to my place?

Come on.

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