Romance

He's coming.

Shall we try it?

Look at me, Paul. Stand taller, be brittle, edgy.

A matador relates to death, to anxiety, so be edgy.

Clara, look down, be a bit submissive.

Not too much.

A bit submissive to the man.

At three, you look at me. It's all in your look.

At three, raise yourself on your toes and look at me.

One, two, three.

Excellent.

You think I don't suffer, too?

You think I enjoy seeing you unhappy?

I told you, I'm always like this.

With other girls it lasted a week, then for 6 months we did nothing.

Really?

With you, it's lasted 3 months.

It's all we've done, night and day.

Don't exaggerate.

We never did it all night.

Come on. We'd make love twice in a row.

I don't think so.

In fact, I think it never happened.

Anyway, now I can cheat on you. But you can't.

No getting a hard-on for another girl, if you don't for me.

Have you cheated on me?

No.

You're lucky. You won't make me give up sex.

I haven't cheated on you, but I should have.

What does that mean?

Look me in the eyes.

- Have you ever? - Absolutely not.

It means I'm too dumb.

You don't deserve my faithfulness.

Know why you drink?

So you can collapse in bed like a log.

You only love me when there's a table between us.

Since we met, we've been together every night.

I've eaten opposite you.

I'm never bored.

Right.

You like me when there's a table between us.

It's insane. I sleep over with a guy who doesn't touch me.

You haven't in ages.

- We discussed that. - You swore you'd do something.

- Wait. - For the end of the world?

You have to wait. Maybe 3 more months.

There's more to life than that.

What are you doing? You splitting?

No.

It's not that serious.

Yes, it is.

An invisible cage, heavy, leaden, descends on me...

a tacit interdiction.

Take off your T-shirt.

I don't want to sleep with a cotton bag, I hate cotton.

No. Get undressed and come to bed.

Why won't you take it off?

You know I can't stand it, I feel it against me.

I'll take it off, but not my shorts.

They keep my balls warm.

It's nothing to do with you.

I never thought we'd be together every night.

Anyway, that's how it is.

It's my fault, too.

I thought you'd have other things to do than see me every night.

We'd not meet for 2 weeks, a month.

You'd let me disappear.

No.

Not without staying in touch.

Not if you're in Paris when I am.

You don't trust me.

I'll leave...

If you want, I'll leave.

You'll never see me again.

See how you are?

We can't even talk.

Get into bed.

Take that off.

I said it's nothing to do with you.

I've always slept like this.

It is to do with me.

It's because you hate me.

Stop it.

I told you never to try that.

You're just postponing things.

- But you're hard. - Stop, or it's all over between us.

It means you can.

Doesn't interest me.

Be nice, why won't you?

If you couldn't get it up, I'd understand.

You've decided to stop making love, just when I...

Watch out.

I'll want to kill myself. I've never done this with a guy.

I never touched them. Never.

It must be important to you, since you harp on it.

Even if you don't want to, if you can't, I don't get it.

Then caress me. If you can't get any pleasure give me some.

Women come a lot more than men.

If I did that, I'd despise you.

I couldn't love you any more.

You despise me because I'm a woman.

You don't love me one bit.

I disgust you, I appall you.

You think I'm the lowest.

Stop it.

Come to bed.

Why can I only love him or hate him?

Why can't I feel indifferent?

Yet my head is clear.

A man who can't love me physically...

is a pit of misfortune,

a gulf of suffering.

They say that a man who screws a woman, honors her.

The expression is worth noting: It's true.

Paul dishonors me.

Do you mind?

On the contrary.

Just came for a nightcap?

I just got out of bed.

It's true, I just got dressed.

I can't stand sleeping, so I got up.

I don't give a damn about time, I'm never tired.

I hate people who feign fatigue, who have endless pretexts.

You agree?

It's because they lack passion.

You live alone?

No, I have a husband.

I told him I had a husband...

so he'd know I'm not free.

Because I'm not free.

He'll have to realize it's adultery.

He's asleep, sleeping doesn't bother him at all.

He has to get up early tomorrow.

He has a business appointment in Deauville at noon.

Do you have a girlfriend?

She died in a car accident.

I haven't made love in 4 months.

Maybe all men are like that.

My husband's nice, but he's not interested in sex.

The first moves are what I like best.

It's delicious.

I can never stop myself from yielding.

It surprises me each time.

I watch myself giving in as if it wasn't me.

Frankly...

I wanted another taste of that miracle, a stranger making love to you.

It's a childish desire...

a pure desire.

Give me a blow job.

Not now.

This evening or tomorrow.

Give me your phone number?

- You don't feel like it? - To blow you?

Not really.

It's not my specialty.

I don't like to start with that...

I'd rather resume that way, if you see what I mean.

But going to a hotel, I'm dying to do that.

Now I have to split, in fact, right away.

Don't want to go to a hotel?

I have to go to work.

And I have to return the car.

It's not mine.

Will you call me?

Sorry I'm late.

Doesn't matter.

I took attendance.

Take out your grammar notebooks, and write today's date.

Last week we did the present tense of the verb "to be".

"I am, you are, he is..."

"we are, you are, they are."

Today, we'll do, "to have".

"To have" isn't like "to be".

One can "be" without "having".

One can "have" without "being".

I've been "had".

I've really been had.

I wish you were pregnant.

Fat chance of that.

Why? It could happen.

How? By the Holy Ghost? You dreaming?

There's no way, ever since I stopped the pill.

You hate details, but there are dates.

If you hardly ever do it, and can't on the right days, it'll never happen.

That's what depresses me.

That's different.

If you say it's chore time, I'll do it.

- Really? - Yes.

That'd change everything.

If we had a child, it'd make sense to be together.

It's because you've lost faith.

It'll come back.

It's like the Circean myth.

You want to know the future, and the past.

You even mess with the present, you force it.

You've lost faith, so everything collapses.

What if I left?

And didn't phone for 2 weeks or a month?

Or 6 months?