I Love Only You (Je n'aime que toi...)

I LOVE ONLY YOU...

Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

Madam. - Good morning.

What task does he have today, Ernest? - None, sir.

But it will be a fine day. - Go ahead, Ernest.

Please, madam.

Yes, yes, yes. - It's the other one.

Yes, yes, yes.

Good morning, please. - Good morning.

Here, there are only 529 today. - That's enough.

Ah yes. One could say the postal service spares our good master the trouble.

Oh no, they don't tire themselves, between letters and parcels.

Ah, I thought so. - Go on, take this.

Here, don't schedule that for autumn, as usual.

No, no and no. In September, I will be in New York.

That will be for next year. All right, goodbye.

It's the other one.

Hello? No, sir. Please address your secretaries.

All right. Here you go, but quickly. Hurry up.

Hello? Hello? Yes. No, sir. No, sir.

Madam, you must have your breakfast while it is hot.

Yes.

No one asked for me downstairs. - No, madam.

I am his lawyer, that is all I can tell you.

I don't know, sir, I know nothing.

No. Listen, that is not ice that was requested.

It is sorbet. Maraschino sorbet.

One moment, I can't be heard! Oh dear.

Hello? What? No, madam, no. Come back in 20 minutes, not before.

What? How?

How? - What?

Give me that! A rival? Yes. But what are you doing, my

dear friend? If you speak to my secretary, you are lost.

But answer yourself, come on.

Then what is the point of having a secretary?

My poor friend, you don't have a secretary, you have a ravioli.

And you, what are you? - Your inspiration.

Then a piece of advice, Rinaldo. You owe your success to me.

Without your 5 million in advertising per year, do you know what would happen?

Yes indeed. I would earn 5 million more per year. Here.

So, will you sign the Canadian contract, yes or no?

No. They won't delay, and neither will I.

Good morning, Mr. Rasta. - Good morning.

Good morning, sir. - Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

No, sir, the film is finished. My contract expired on Saturday.

If you want one more day, I am not available at 22 weeks.

No. I tell you no.

All right, that's it, yes.

What? What have you done with the story?

That is false, sir. I take the time I please.

No, sir. It is not for me to apply, nor for you.

Sir's bath is ready. - Yes, Ernest, yes!

What, I didn't leave them? I repeat that I have the lawyer.

Call him! Go see him, he wasn't going there.

Hello, this is Paris. - Delighted.

Pleased to see you again. - Good morning.

France-Soir. - Good morning.

Are you at home?

Clause 124 of the contract is not valid.

Furthermore, it is understood that my travel

between New York and Washington will be by plane.

It's boiling!

Pierre, it's over there this time. - That doesn't surprise me.

Hello? Yes, this is indeed the place. Yes, sir, I am telling you.

Don't you understand French?

From Baroness Castro-Billard.

Is it for me? - Yes, it was Renato Cortez, my dear.

Hello. - Oh! Very well, then.

Pimolet! To work!

To work!

Hello, Julia.

Hello, hurry up. You are at home, it is 9:46.

I'm late. What time is it?

Now it is 9:47.

The gymnastics teacher, sir. - Yes, all right, go ahead.

Good morning. Sorry. - Good morning.

I'll go up right away.

Come on, here. Now, forward.

Suddenly. 1, 2. Sit down. 1, 2.1, 3.1, 4.

1, 5.1, 6.1, 7.

It's the other one!

Hello? Yes, it's me.

I don't know, Gérard.

Maybe.

I will remember, Gérard.

Come in.

Hello, Irène, hello. - Hello.

No entering, Irène, no entering. - But he is my rival.

Oh really? Come in.

That's it, Canada has accepted. - Bravo!

They want to invite you to sign the guest book.

No! Did you hear, Irène? Irène, did you hear?

Irène, did you hear? - Will you take me?

But it's difficult... Irène! - Don't worry, go on.

I was joking.

But get dressed, Renato! Hurry, the musicians are waiting for you.

See you soon. - Yes, see you soon.

See you soon.

Yes, see you soon.

Hop! On the second chord, it's an E-flat. Let's start again.

Yes. Then stand more naturally.

Yes, but I didn't do it on purpose.

So if you no longer play, do you compose? Where are we going? Come on, again.

In the morning, when I wake up, I go off to sing.

Carmen, Tosca or La Bohème.

I dream of devoting myself to these charming tunes.

That's what I love.

While shaving, I amuse myself by singing Figaro.

When I'm alone, I sing a duet to myself.

Yes, madam, sir telephoned them to me in a

basket that the baroness of Cartier-Bidart sent this morning.

Ah yes, it's…

Sorry.

Madam, forgive me, I forgot to cut the line at the entrance.

What are you doing there? Sir has the water shut off, sir.

Too late. - I asked him to sing a song.

Remove those flowers.

Very well, madam… - Mind your ear, please.

Ladies and gentlemen… - Thank you!

Ah, what a life! - You chose it.

You choose your life better than flowers. - Why? Don't you like them?

I like them so much that I want to send them

to Baroness Castanbida to thank you.

Oh, listen… We have an hour of fencing and silence. Let's not waste it, Irene.

What is that? - My rival!

My rival! Release the plane! - Ah!

Sorry.

Please.

What are you doing, Rénaldo? The minister is waiting for you for lunch.

Which minister? - The Minister of Fine Arts.

He will wait. - But that's impossible!

You don't know him: he's very touchy.

Ministers do not lie. - But he's the one who matters to us.

Come on, hurry up. You should already be at your desk.

Rény, this won't do anymore. If you don't come, I won't answer for anything.

You will have lunch alone, my dear. Understand me. I had forgotten. Sorry.

So had I. - It's not my fault.

What is sir doing after the minister, Ernest?

Well, I think… at half past three, a recording at the radio.

Without public announcement, connection at the studio at 6:30. And tonight,

dinner at the Canadian embassy, madam.

And return tonight at 4:30. He will kiss me and then go to bed.

And I, while waiting for my reward, will have lunch in town.

And if lunch lasts all over town, you will all see him.

Love wants it that way.

What patience she must have to endure such a life.

Poor madam.

Me, in her place, that's what I would do.

If you were in her place, act like a crazy fool, and he would scold you just the same.

Are you dreaming?

That night, it was not yet half past four.

I did not wake up, but he kissed me.

And he went to bed, as usual.

There we are, he's gone.

He's on his way to the straitjacket of hope.

Don't worry, darling.

I have a friend on the mic at the Sheraton.

Since it's for the boar, he's treated there.

You'd think we were with the Marx Brothers, a farce.

Hello? - Good morning, everyone!

I want to see your melody.

It's not up there. - No, come on, it's lobster!

I would like to have a proper explanation with you.

I would not want any misunderstandings. - About what?

For months, Rinaldo and I have been making

a joint effort to ensure his success.

He only has to sing from morning to night.

But do you know what I do from morning to night?

You secure contracts for him from Tony Truant?

Yes, but under what conditions?

To take 15% of everything he earns.

You are admirable, Irene, but all

that I do is for him, so that he may live.

And for yourself?

You refuse to understand.

I envy you, Irene, you are fortunate.

You live among your little nail polishes,

your little worries and your little loneliness.

But deep down, you refuse to admit the effort I make for him.

It's natural, you are his wife.

Yes, I am his wife. But you are the one who lives with him.

Are you jealous?

Oh no, I know he does not earn what I can make him earn.

And which he does not take, moreover.

Rest assured: I care very much for Rinaldo, but him, I only like well.

Rest assured, I am perfectly calm.

You see that one cannot have a proper explanation with you.

Let us have no misunderstandings.

Hello, yes? Yes, it's me.

Good morning, Gérard.

Well then, it's yes.

No, don't thank me, I am very happy.

Air France, at Les Invalides, yes.

See you later, Gérard.

I'm sorry, no entry.

Let me pass, I am his wife.

I am his grandfather.

I repeat, I am his wife.

All right, my dear. But first, if she were married, it would be...