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due to the poor condition of the original source.

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The Zebrides Isles... (Hebrides)

Darn it!

Come in!

- What is it? - Madam wants you.

Have her come to me. She knows where I am.

But she's busy in her bathroom.

- Well, I'm busy too! - Very well, sir.

- Wait, what does she want? - I don't know.

- Well, go ask her! - Yes, sir.

Some nerve!

- Wait! - Yes, sir?

Tell me, Rose...

- Do you know the Zebrides? - What?

Yes, do you know where they are?

- The Zebrides? - Yes.

No, madam must have put them somewhere.

What are you talking about?

The Zebrides are islands, dummy! Land surrounded by water, you know?

- Land surrounded by water? - Yes, what's that called?

Mud?

Mud? No, they're islands!

The Zebrides are islands.

- Anyhow they're not in our house. - Ah, they're outside!

Of course!

- Well, I haven't seen them. - Okay, never mind.

- I haven't been in Paris long. - Yes, okay!

- I don't get out much. - Okay, go find madam!

Yes, sir.

That girl hasn't a clue! What did she learn at school?

Open wide!

So you couldn't bother to see me, eh?

I don't see why I have to go to you.

Oh, that's right!

We're married. That's why.

What does that matter?

I bet if I were the wife of another man, you'd...

Leave me alone. I'm busy, that's all.

Busy?

The gentleman is busy?

- How quaint! - Well, I am busy!

What?

Are you crazy? Bringing your toilet bucket here?

My bucket? Where?

There!

- That's just Toto's water. - Well, why is it here?

It's not for you, I'm going to empty it.

In here?

No, not in here! How stupid can you get!

I wouldn't empty water in your study. I have class!

Then don't bring it here!

So the gentleman is busy?

Doing what?

You know... things.

What things?

Well...

Things!

I was looking for the Zebrides in the dictionary.

The "Ebrides"? You want to go there?

Of course not!

Then why?

Why would a porcelain maker be interested in the "Ebrides"?

If you think I'm interested, well, it's not for me.

It's for baby. He asks some questions!

Kids think their parents know everything.

Papa, where are the "Zebrides"?

What?

Where are the "Zebrides"?

Really now... How should I know?

So you didn't help him? You left him in the dark?

I said, "My son, if I told you, you wouldn't learn it."

"Try to find it yourself. If you can't, then I'll help you."

Yeah? Fat chance!

So then I calmly left the room.

Then I raced here, sure I'd find it in the dictionary.

You probably don't care, but... zip!

- Zip? - It's not in there!

Not in the dictionary? Let me see that!

Go ahead and look!

- What? - Were you looking in the Z's?

Yes.

What? It's not in the Z's?

In the Z's! I see why you couldn't find it.

Not in the Z's?

He thinks it's in the Z's!

Where is it then?

Stick to your porcelain!

You'll soon find out!

"Ebony"... "Ebonite"...

It's in the E's!

"Ebullient"...

"Ebulli... "Ebullition"...

- How can that be? - What?

It's not there.

The porcelain maker's wife can be just as wrong as the porcelain maker!

Well, at least I looked in the E's. That beats looking in the Z's.

Beats looking in the Z's, huh? And why not in the H's!

Why not in the H's?

The H's... Ebrides... Hebrides!

That's it!

H... H... H...

What, H... H... H?

"Heb"... "Hebrew"...

"Hebrides"!

I found it!

You did?

I sure did!

Hebrides... a group of islands off NW Scotland.

There you go!

Damn, those Hebrides!

Give me a break about my stockings!

Mr Chouilloux won't notice if they've fallen down!

- Does his wife wake nicely dressed? - I don't know.

But that's no way to dress to receive our lunch guests!

I'm dressed correctly!

What are you looking for?

- Rubber bands! - What for?

For my stockings.

Those are for my papers. They're not garters!

Well, if I use it as a garter, then it's a garter.

I can't believe this!

Having to dress up!

At 11 in the morning for Mr Chouilloux, that cuckold!

What "cuckold"? What do you mean by that?

- You said his wife cheats on him. - I did?

Yes, I don't know him.

Why would I say anything bad about him?

- No, you can't call him a cuckold! - But you told me he was.

That was when I didn't need him, but now that I need him...

- He's not a cuckold? - No, yes, but that's not important.

- We don't treat guests like that! - In principle.

He could be very useful to me now.

How so?

For a big deal I'm planning... it's a long story.

You can be a liberal thinker if there's money in it.

- Are you bothered he's a cuckold? - Of course not. I could care less!

But it does bother me you invited his wife.

I couldn't invite him without his wife.

And her lover, Mr Truchet? Did you have to invite him too?

Of course! That's customary. We have to invite everybody.

Not inviting Mr Truchet would be impolite.

Mr Chouilloux would be upset.

One doesn't do that.

How admirable of you!

We'll have all three... the complete adulterous set?

How decent of you!

Nice company for your wife!

What are you trying to say?

- We need to talk. - Then talk!

It's about time.

Ah, no, no, no!

What?

Can't you sit on anything else? A toilet bucket is no place to sit!

But I'm comfortable.

That doesn't matter. A toilet bucket is not a chair!

- Please sit in a chair! - You're a snob!

So what's wrong, baby?

- Oh, can I tell you? - Of course you can.

- Well, I'm very nervous. - Yeah?

- I'm upset with Toto. - You are?

- What did he do? - He didn't go this morning.

- He didn't go? - No.

He didn't go where?

What do you mean, where? He didn't go!

Don't you get it?

Oh, yeah!

Yeah.

We tried four times... no luck!

Well he did go once, but it was nothing.

It was tiny.

And hard.

He must be constipated.

We'll have to purge him.

- Obviously. - So purge him!

Thank you.

I wasn't asking you. I want to know what to use?

A mineral purge... or a vegetable purge?

Give him some Castor oil. He takes that, and it works.

Ah, no! Not Castor oil!

I can't stand that. It makes me vomit!

Wait a minute!

You don't have to take it... Toto does.

It's the same thing!

Just looking at it...

Just talking about it...

Besides, I don't see why you're making it so difficult.

We have a bottle of mineral oil in the medicine cabinet.

Why can't we use that? Just because you want castor oil.

Me?

We have mineral oil, so baby will take mineral oil.

So give him the mineral oil! But why did you have to ask me?

- To know what to do. - Well, it doesn't seem like it.

He won't like it.

Well that's too bad. Now please leave me alone.

I have to get ready for Mr Chouilloux and prepare my strategies.

Go get dressed!

The poor child!

The thought of purging him makes me ill.

Julie!

- Julie! - What?

Take your bucket please. I can't stand the sight of it.

What's the big deal with my bucket? Always my bucket!

Chouilloux and my bucket... My bucket and Chouilloux!

That's all I ever hear!

I assure you my study is no place for your toilet bucket!

- You've got some nerve! - What?

You moan about my toilet bucket but you carry a chamber pot.

- A chamber pot? - Or is that some fancy hat?

How dare you compare your toilet bucket to this?

Your toilet bucket is nothing more than...

a toilet bucket.

Something vile that should be kept hidden.

But mine is...

very...

It's a chamber pot.

It's something vile...

Something that should be kept hidden.

According to you and the ignorant masses.

But for me it's more noble... something greater!

I'm not embarrassed to hold it high.

It's the product of my work.

It puts food on my table!

Then eat out of it, dear.

Blah, blah,blah!

You won't laugh when it makes us 800,000 francs.

800,000... from chamber pots?

Yes, that's right!

You don't believe it.

But if God is willing... and Chouilloux too, it will work.

What are you on about?

Here's what you don't know: The government today has one goal.

Improving the soldier's life.

They're pampered and wrapped in cotton wool.

From now on, each soldier will have his own sanitary vase.

You don't say?

Personalized with his serial number.

How nice!

So I'm making a bid, and that's why I need Chouilloux.

He's the president of the oversight committee.

And I hold the patent for shatterproof porcelain.

So if he gets the committee to adopt porcelain,

then I'll make a fortune.

Yes...

And where will that get you?

I'd hit the jackpot!

I'd become the exclusive supplier to the French army!

The supplier of chamber pots to the French army?

Of all the chamber pots to the French army!

- Will people know about that? - You bet they will!

- No. - Huh?

No!

I won't be the wife of a chamber pot salesman.

- Think about the fortune. - I don't care. It's disgusting.

Please!

Maybe I could use a straw man.

But don't make me miss this deal.

And be nice to Chouilloux when he's here!

Mr. Follavoine please?

- Are you Mr Chouilloux? - l am.

Let's see.

Given that in times of peace, the French army has 300,000 men,

if each man gets one vase, and each vase returns a profit of...

Bastien, come here!

- Not your bucket again! - Baby won't purge!

Get rid of that!

- You're such a pain! - What?

"Get rid of that!"

- I'm not your slave! - What did you say?

It's true! I do everything here.

If you don't like it, get rid of it yourself!

Here, take the bucket... It's a gift.

Get rid of that!

Julie!

Mr Chouilloux.

Hello, Mr Follavoine.

Get out, you...!

Oh, pardon, Mr Chouilloux! Here already?

- Am I too early? - Absolutely not!

No, I was just speaking to my wife,

and I didn't hear you come in.

Well, I was let in.

I didn't pass through the wall.

Charming!

Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr Chouilloux!

My wife was taking that out, and she was distracted...

Rose!

- Sir? - Get in here!

For this happen in the honor of your presence...

- You're too kind. - I speak from the heart.

You're too kind, Mr Follavoine.

- Did you call me? - Yes, take Madam's bucket.

- Why is it here? - She left it here... by mistake.

- She must be looking for it. - Yes, now get out!

Yes, Sir.

And tell her Mr Chouilloux is here.

There's no need to bother her.

Please... If I don't get after her...

Women are never ready.

That's not the case with my wife.

She's the first to rise each morning for her daily exercise.

I'm too old for that so she walks with her cousin.

Ah, yes, yes... I've heard that.

- It's perfect for me. - And it stays in the family.

Yes, it stays in the family, and I don't get tired.

I see you've been working on our affair.

Yes, yes.

It's the chamber pot.

It's the...

So you recognized it?

Yes.

- It seems well designed. - When it comes to design...!

- So it's shatterproof? - Absolutely!

I ask because that's what interested the Vice Secretary and me.

Because after thinking about it, we don't want ordinary porcelain.

- I understand that. - It breaks so easily.

So easily!

- It's a waste of money. - Absolutely!

However this is solid. It will last forever.

You're an expert. Take a look!

- I'm no expert. - Yes, you are!

- See how light it is? - Indeed, it is lighter than it looks.

- And it feels good in your hands. - Yes, it does.

Yes, I have to admit...

Come on, I'm not joking!

- Drink it! - I don't want to purge!

- I said, Drink it! - I don't want to purge!

Come on, Toto...

No!

We also looked at chamber pots with an enamel finish.

They're not bad.

No, not enamel!

- Why not? - Because...

It's not because I'm biased... That has nothing to do with it.

But enamel smells bad right away. It's not as clean as porcelain.

This is wonderful.

- There are pro's and con's. - Not to mention hygiene.

Did you know most appendicitis cases are caused by enamel cookware?

Honestly, given the nature or our planned use...

You never know, Mr Chouilloux. Today's youth can be so carefree.

They might make a rum punch in it.

The heat cracks the enamel.

Things fall into it. They drink from it.

- You know how it is? - Well, I've never drunk punch.

- No, but you were a soldier. - Not really.

During my physical, I stripped naked,

and they said, "You must have poor eyesight".

That decided my future.

My whole career has been at the War Ministry.

Well trust me... you don't want enamel.

Choose, if you want, hard rubber... or celluloid,

but they can't compare to porcelain.

Its only drawback is its fragility, but we've solved that problem.

Let me show you... Pardon!

- Pardon! - Pardon!

Pardon, it's just here.

- Ah yes, pardon. - Let me show you!

Let me show you!

You'll see how solid it is.

Over there, Sir!

Yes.

No, no!

Stay here, but look over there!

Ah, yes.

- Are you ready? - Yes.

Okay, here we go!

- Ready? - Yes.

Okay!

One...

Two...

Three!

There!

But it's broken!

- What? - It's broken.

Ah, yes.

It is broken.

It's not an optical illusion.

No, no... I have to admit it is broken.

Yes.

It's strange because it's never happened before.

Yes.

Perhaps it was cracked.

Perhaps... I don't know.

But I'm not upset with this experiment.

You're not?

No, because the exception confirms the rule.

Is that so?

Because it never breaks.

- Never? - Oh, never!

Well, maybe one in a thousand.

- One in a thousand? - Yes, I'll show you.

I have another one in here.

Don't worry about the other... it wasn't baked right.

It was overcooked.

- Are you ready? - Yes.

Okay.

- Ready? - Yes.

One...

Two...

No, why don't you toss it?

- Me? - Yes, you'll see better that way.

Go on!

Go on!

One...

- No, really... - What's wrong?

It's the 1st time I've gone bowling with...

Don't be afraid.. It's only one in a thousand.

Ah, yes.

One... two... three.

There you go!

But it broke.

Yes.

I guess it did.

It's broken.

- Two in a thousand! - That's right, yes.

I don't understand this. It's something extremely rare.

It's extremely rare. I don't understand it.

It must be the way we tossed it.

Because I swear,

when my foreman tosses them, they never break.

- Is that so? - They never do.

Wait till your father hears about this!

I'm going to get him!

Nonetheless,

you were still able to see the difference...

between normal porcelain and shatterproof porcelain.

But these tests weren't conclusive enough to convince you.

I think I understand...

They're the same vases, but instead of breaking...

they don't break.

- Exactly! - How interesting!

Bastien, come with me!

That boy is driving me crazy!

Are you crazy coming in here like that!

So?

- Mr Chouilloux... - I don't care!

- What? - No, nothing!

Please!

Mr Chouilloux, this is my wife.

- Madam. - Hello, Sir.

- Please excuse my appearance. - It's no problem.

A beautiful woman is lovely in any attire.

Thank you.

Now, come with me! Baby won't let me purge him.

Sorry, I'm with Mr Chouilloux now.

I don't have time to deal with purging your son.

Some father, he is!

Go get dressed!

Do you expect me to get ready at a time like this?

- Is your child sick, Madam? - Yes.

No, he's fine!

He didn't go this morning!

- It's a small intestinal matter. - He thinks that's nothing!

- He doesn't care. - He just needs a purging.

I know! Purge him if you can! That's why I came for you.

- I have to do everything here. - Oh, it's not that serious.

It may not be that serious, but it's nothing to take lightly.

Did you hear what he said? He's a wise man.

- Is that true, Mr. Chouilloux? - Of course!

Is the boy, pardon the expression...

Is he subject to constipation?

Yes, he tends to be at times.

Then you must not ignore it.

Because it could degenerate into enteritis.

You see?

I happened to me, and it took 5 years to cure.

- Poor Baby! - Thank you.

What?

- Weren't you referring to me? - No, no.

Anyhow, I caught it with the War.

- 1914? - No, 1922.

There was no war in 1922.

I meant at the War Ministry where I work.

Ah, okay.

- Mr Chouilloux is... - I know.

I used to drink water anywhere.

I used to say...

"Microbes... Who cares! I'll have tap water!"

I got sick and spent 3 years at Plombi�res Spa.

So Baby should go to Plombi�res?

In his case, it's Ch�tel-Guyon.

Your son's enteritis is in the form of constipation.

My enteritis was...

- Do you mind if we sit down? - Certainly, Mr Chouilloux!

It's all so interesting!

My enteritis was...

Pardon my indiscretion.

It was characterized by loose bowels.

How very interesting, Mr Chouilloux!

So Plombi�res was recommended. It was some regime!

And what was it like at Ch�tel-Guyon?

I can't say... I was never there. I was at Plombi�res.

An enema every morning, about a quart or so.

But do you know if at Ch�tel-Guyon...?

I don't know, Madam... I was never there.

Then I'd take a bath for an hour, followed by a massage.

Yeah.

Then for lunch, just bland food...

Mashed potatoes, macaroni, rice pudding...

But at Ch�tel-Guyon?

Mr Chouilloux said he's never been there!

Sorry, Madam.

- He only knows about Plombi�res. - But I don't care about that.

Why should I care about his treatment at Plombi�res?

Baby needs Ch�tel-Guyon.

Forgive me.

Mr Chouilloux is intelligent. He understands me.

Certainly!

He might as well talk about fishing in Canada.

It might be interesting, but it has nothing to do with Baby.

True.

I don't want to hear stories, I want to purge Baby.

Fine! Go purge Baby!

- Will you excuse me, Sir? - Certainly, Madam.

Aren't you coming?

- No! - Some father you are!

That's enough! Now go get dressed.

Some father you are!

The nerve, coming in here dressed like that!

Your wife is charming.

Oh, yes, wonderful!

Absolutely!

Sometimes she's a bit...

but besides that, she's wonderful.

Go on!

So there's nothing wrong with your boy?

Nothing!

But try telling that to her!

- You mentioned Ch�tel-Guyon. - That's right!

That's all she thinks about now!

- Sorry, it's my fault. - Not at all!

But when you started talking about Plombi�res,

deep down I couldn't stand it either.

- It wasn't interesting? - Not a bit!

Poor Mrs Follavoine, and I thought...

Let's see what your father has to say!

He's furious at you!

Go on!

Tell your son...

What the hell!

Come on! You're supposed to be mad at him.

Not laughing with Mr Chouilloux.

What is it now?

You need to make your son obey.

- Now purge him! - Me?

Here's a bottle and a cup. I've had enough!

But why me?

You're his father. Show some authority!

- Pardon me, sir. - By all means.

- Young man, I'm very upset! - I don't care, I won't purge!

- What? - That's all he says!

Come on, young fellow...

Where are your manners?

- I don't care, I won't purge! - It's not your choice!

You little varmint! If you think...

- Are you crazy? - Phooey!

Well, there's no denying we have to purge him.

His tongue is all white. Show the man!

Just a minute.

- Let's see. - Stick out your tongue!

Oh my, I'd say it's rather black!

That's because he was studying.

But something is wrong with his breath.

Let the man smell your breath.

- No, thank you. - You're not afraid, are you?

- No, but... - Then, go ahead.

- Let the man smell your breath. - No, please...

There's no need... I can see fine.

So what's wrong, my friend? Tell me your name.

- Tell him your name! - I won't purge!

His name is Toto.

- Yes, it's short for Harvey. - How curious!

- And how old are you... six? - He's seven.

Okay, so you're seven years old and your name is Toto.

So when someone is seven and is named Toto,

does he always make a fuss to take a purge?

I don't care, I won't purge!

This behavior isn't allowed when you go to war.

Shut your mouth!

- I don't care, I won't go! - But what if there's a war?

I'll go to Switzerland.

That's my baby... so intelligent.

So that's how you raise your son?

Of course not!

Don't say those things! Did you hear, Harvey?

Leave the boy alone!

Don't bother him with grown-up things.

Come on, dear... Be a good boy.

And be fair. Do this for Mama.

So take your purge.

- I won't purge! - But you have to!

If you had obeyed earlier, this would be all over.

I don't want to!

- Be reasonable! - No.

Little man, when I was your age, when I was just a little boy,

When my parents asked me to do something, then I'd...

Fuck off!

- What? - Nothing, nothing!

Pardon.

Enough!

You're going to obey me, you little...!

Are you crazy? Don't rough him up!

But he told him to fuck off.

So what, he didn't hear it.

Poor dear...

No, seriously!

Your father's mean, isn't he? Good thing your mama's here.

Nice going! Put those ideas in his head!

It's your fault... mistreating a boy like that.

Then from now on, don't ask for my help.

- Come on, take your purge. - I don't want to purge!

Please, do it for me.

I don't want to!

Come on, please... Purge, do it for me.

No!

This is all your fault!

- My fault? - Yes!

Listen, Toto...

If you take your purge, I'll give you a peppermint.

- I want the mint first. - No, after!

No, before!

Okay, I'll give you the mint.

But do you promise to take your purge?

- Yes. - Okay, I believe you.

- You promise? - Yes.

- I have your word? - Yes.

Okay, I trust you.

Papa!

Bastien!

Bring the box of mints.

Sorry, you have to go through this.

No, it's interesting since I don't have children.

Open your mouth, dear.

This is no way to treat a lunch guest.

- Wasn't that good? - Yes.

Okay, now drink your purge.

I don't want to purge!

See!

Come on, Toto, I gave you a mint!

Ah, that boy!

"That boy"... Is that all you can say?

Instead of helping me?

What do you want me to do?

Nothing, as usual!

For heaven's sake!

- Where are you going? - Trying to figure out another way.

You picked a fine day to invite people for lunch!

What?

What did Mrs Follavoine say?

Oh, nothing.

She just said she wasn't sure what time we'll be eating.

Oh. whenever is fine.

It's very bad to break a promise!

- Right, Mr Chouilloux? - I'm not interfering.

Okay, I got another glass.

And so that baby drinks his mineral oil...

- Papa's having a big glass too. - What!

- Go on! - Not a chance, thank you!

Oh, why not?

No, I'm not purging myself. You drink it!

Do it for your son.

My son? He's your son too!

It's on me again.

Yes, I have to do everything!

You think giving birth to him was easy?

And before that...

Carrying him for 9 months in my loins.

In your loins? What do you expect from me?

- Mama? - What, dear?

Why did you carry me in your loins and not Papa?

Yeah, why?

Because if we had to rely on him...

He knew I had to carry you.

It's not a subject for a child.

- You should have found another man. - "Another man", how charming!

- All men are the same. - I won't be like that.

Darling, you have a good heart!.

Can you believe this!

It's charming. Children are so affectionate.

You see the difference between a mother and father?

- Your father won't purge with you. - I don't want him to.

See, he's reasonable.

He doesn't want his Papa to drink it.

I want him to drink it.

What?

You want the gentleman to drink it?

Then we'll have him drink it.

- No, you won't! - Oh, go away!

That little brat!

Please, Madam!

- Please, just drink a little. - No, Madam!

It's not much... Just drink half a glass.

Mr Chouilloux is not here to do a purge.

What's the big deal? It's just mineral oil.

It's not a big deal, but...

I expect that from a child, but not an adult!

- Oh, come on! - Julie, please!

Sorry, but I explained earlier how I have a weak stomach.

That's right!

Half a glass won't hurt his stomach.

Choosing between Baby's health...

- and your stomach... - Julie!

I'm not even sure if a purge would help your son.

Sir, please!

To say that in front of my child. That's too much!

- Julie! - I'm sorry, Madam.

Really, now!

All the diplomacy I used on the boy...

And now he says he doesn't need a purge!

Sorry, Madam, I thought...

You thought! What do you know?

Where did you learn that? At Plombi�res?

Because their program is the opposite!

I'm terribly sorry, Madam.

- Julie, that's enough! - Well it's true!

I don't talk about him being a cuckold...

About his wife and her cousin.

Cuckold?

Did she say my wife is cheating on me?

- With Truchet? - It's not true!

I can't breathe!

Why didn't you just drink it earlier instead of putting on a scene?

Mr Chouilloux, I'm so sorry!

- No, not that way! - It's through there!

Not that way either! It's this way.

2nd door on the left!

You really outdid yourself this time!

Well he shouldn't have interfered like that.

You called him a cuckold!

- Isn't he? - It's no reason to tell him!

Mama!

- Do you want to purge? - No.

What's a cuckold?

- It's that man who just left. - No, don't tell him that!

It's his fault he didn't drink it right away.

Sure, give him a purge!

When you're a guest, you drink what you're offered.

He has no manners.

He has never been here before and he talks about loose bowels!

- Was he born on a farm? - But you asked him to purge!

I asked him to purge?

No, I just wanted him to drink some mineral oil.

- I didn't ask him to purge. - That's the same thing!

Well that's his problem!

And in the end, he took his purge. So what's the big deal?

It's a big deal for my military contracts.

- That's all you think about. - What am I going to do?

- Mrs Chouilloux and Mr Truchet. - You deal with them!

- No Bastien, I don't know them. - I don't care! You deal with them!

Bastien!

Men!

Mrs Follavoine, I presume?

No.

I mean, yes.

Pleased to meet you.

I was afraid we were late... but obviously we're not.

Mr Truchet is my cousin, a very charming man.

Madam, if I may say so, I am honored...

- Is he in there? - Yes, sir.

Isn't Mr Follavoine here?

Yes, he's around.

He's with the cuckold.

What?

Nothing.

One of my husband's employees.

- Mr Chouilloux... - No!

- Ah, Adam. - Miserable wretch!

- What? - Look at the adulterous woman!

- And my friend, the traitor! - No.

And the cuckold!

Dear God!

But it's not true!

Who told you this?

Who? Why don't you ask this lady or this man here.

But it's not true!

My dear...

I don't want to see you anymore and sir, I'll deal with you later.

- Dear... - No!

Chouilloux, my friend!

- You told him that. - It's a misunderstanding.

You owe me an explanation.

- Good God! - I'll deal with you later.

Good God, no!

Are you happy with all the trouble you've caused?

Me? You think this is my fault?

Of course it is. You invited them for lunch.

Me?

Oh, please!

Try not to do it again.

Ah no! It always has to be my fault!

Right!

She caused an uproar and it's my fault.

That woman is driving me crazy!

Super!

- Mama! - What is it?

Mama, come here!

- What do you want? - Look, I drank it.

I drank the purge.

Oh, sweetheart!

You drank it... What a good boy!

See, it wasn't so bad.

No, I can't take it anymore!

I'm leaving.

Bastien... Baby drank his purge.

I don't give a damn!

He doesn't give a damn.

Your father doesn't give a damn.

Fortunately you have your mother.

Cherish your mother.

Cherish your mother.

Subtitles by Gianni777