Pierwsze 200 wierszy.
Pass the matches.
What ?
The matches.
- Pass the matches. - Yes, minute.
Oh ! You! Watch at the end of the street. We should not be seen.
Hey ! What are you doing ? Are you bandits?
But no.
Well if. You are trying to enter in the bank.
But no. It's them, the bandits.
We do not try to enter, on the contrary.
We fudge allocations in locks to block the doors.
What is an allocation?
Do you like superheroes?
We are like superheroes. But old.
But why do you want block the bank?
To seize the capitalist machine.
Like a grain of sand in the neoliberal gear.
'Scuse me.
- Hello. - Yeah, Pierrot?
- Mimile? - What is this bullshit?
Antoine tells me that you do not come at Lucette's funeral?
She did not want to see me anymore.
She told me quite clearly thirty-five years ago.
I respect his will.
Good God ! Do not make yourself more con that you are.
You're already overspeeded.
Antoine needs us. He just lost his wife.
So you're interested to bring back your old ass to the funeral.
... otherwise I swear to you ... - I thought it was a cremation !?
What does not turn not round at home?
Lucette is gone and Antoine needs from U.S. It's our friend.
You remember only one period of your life without Antoine?
I do not spend my time remembering. I have other things to fuck!
You take me by the way? It's on your way.
Anyway, I have no car.
Mimile?
So ?
You put it, this match?
You know well that I see that slab.
Little, do you want to help us?
But do not go, little one. It's for you that we do that.
Hello ! Hello sir ! Hello Madam !
Hello Mimile!
Hello.
The ceremony is at 3 pm
Dad !
Do you understand?
I will not find myself in the same room as Ampère.
I am not a VIP stand.
It happens to you not to think of you one minute ?
Play the victims. You do not come at the funeral of your own mother ...
Oh shit ! Do what you want. Anyway, you bother me.
Mr. Pichardier, that's fine. Do not bother.
It's nothing at all.
I have to go, anyway.
It must be done well, anyway. Like that, if it's raining ...
You made me a price for the house, that's nice.
It's normal. I know your grandfather forever.
And it's nice to see young people who settle here.
Yes, finally ... A young girl!
With soon little ones who frolic.
Finally, "little ones" ... One, to start.
Yes, but after ... Who can know?
Great.
Thank you.
You go on a weekend, Mr. Mimile?
- Oh, I'm going to a funeral. - And who?
Mine, I'm really afraid of it.
It's really lost, your room. We are already an hour late.
"Meuricy", you speak of a name to the con for a retirement home!
You can tell me why you are taking slices of bread to a cremation?
Do you want to make toasts?
It's my complete bread, you moron!
It is this morning. I will not let him lose.
- Where is your retro? - In the glove box.
Hello uncle !
What's up with grandpa?
You see, he's mowing the lawn.
- Now, in a suit? - In costume, yeah.
He thinks I do not have it well done yesterday.
"We can not accommodate the guests in these conditions ".
He says it'll be ashamed in memory of Lucette.
Here.
It's still not complicated to correctly pass the mower for the funeral of his mother.
Yes dad, I'm really an unworthy son.
About unworthy son, you have news of your father?
Later.
- Is he coming at least? - No.
Oh, the bastard!
Grandpa, you do not want to relax a little with your lawn?
What's all this? - It's your grandmother.
His business. It was everywhere in the house, so I screwed it up.
It hurts me to fall on all that as soon as I open a cupboard
At the same time, I can not throw, so ...
Throw? He would miss more than that!
There are all his first puppets.
His old shows! - Yes, old things, what!
What a mess! What will the guests say after the ceremony!?
In my opinion, there will not be many people who will come in the shed to cry granny.
We should sort it out. I'm sure that there are treasures.
You can take everything. The earliest would be best.
But not now. We go, I'll tell you.
Dad, get in front.
Where are you going ? You do not go up with us?
You had not seen it since when, the Lucette?
Ouhlà! And you ?
Not this Christmas, not the one before. That of even before.
At Christmas ? Why Christmas?
Because they always invited me for Christmas, Lucette and Antoine.
Why fuck, good god?
Ben, so I do not go Christmas alone.
Oh, sweetie!
He did not want to go his little christmas alone.
- You're stupid. - He put his socks on his nail.
I stop talking to you. It is useless.
He was born the divine child. Sing oboe, resonate musette ...
Look what you do. You do not care in the automatic queue.
worry.
What are you doing with your zinzin?
My zinzin, as you say, is a marvel of technology ...
tinkered by a militant friend to escape the racket of highways.
Ah, and that's the job!
In the ass, the mafia bitumen!
You lose a devoted wife.
But we are losing a great artist, a passionate ...
Look, it's Berthe.
What nerve !
Antoine, my friend, my brother!
you lose a devoted wife.
So passionate, so passionate! A great artist!
He was a sentry.
We are smugglers of culture in rural areas.
We must fight ... - I know thanks.
Is he a musician? What does he do as a kind of music?
I wish you never to know it.
Hohé!
So, is there a chick, a little?
- Hi Pierrot! Hi Mimile! - Sorry for the delay.
But we had a break. Seek my pognes. It looks like Balkany.
Do not worry. For you, at least, it goes with soap.
Antoine is gone bring back guests.
It will not be long. Come in, serve yourself.
Say, it's not Sophie there?
It's Sophie, that? The cow ! It's his grandmother's double.
You discover it now!
Say, I did not spend my christmas here.
I hope she did not the same character as Lucette!?
Who is the big dork who's brewing air next door? It's his Jules?
Hi the cons!
It's nice to be here, Pierrot.
I did not have a choice.
I received physical threats extremely impressive of a senile old man.
Beware of the senile old man. He can still to relax with one hand.
Without posing his glass.
How are you feeling ?
Like an amputee both legs.
My feet scratch.
Damn, hide me! - Antoine!
Antoine?
I wanted to greet you, even if I know you'll find that stupid.
Janine, how nice to be passed.
That's OK. I came because I liked Lucette well.
It must have split your heart to fire her at the time.
I was young HRD, I had orders.
And then, you know very well that Lucette did not want to stay in the box.
She had even negotiated her departure.
Obviously she negotiated, seen that already at the time ...
the prestigious Garan-Servier laboratory fooled himself with the code of work.
Oh, say!
When you make a fortune selling antidepressants ...
inevitably, a world of shit, what a dream.
It's still very nice from Mr. Garan Servier ...
to have sent his little staff to pay the last respects.
Finally, he could have moved in person.
Lucette still worked for him for eight years and me forty.
But you do not know?
Since the sons have removed him from business, he is wasting away, old man.
Oh, poor little father! - But serious.
And then the succession is not clear. The account is not there.
There would be a hole of 100 million.
But then, there are only 6 billion left and an island in the Pacific.
But what a misfortune! Wait, I may have some change.
I do not have it!
Carry everything you want. But it squeaks on the family council.
Impossible to know where the money is. And the old man does not say anything.
They ended up sending it to their house from Tuscany so much they wanted to strangle him.
In Tuscany?
Oh, the bastard!
Papi?
I admit it's good.
It's with farm eggs, and everything and everything.
I take them at my neighbor's house at the Ravines farm.
What? At Berthe's?
Yes. That's it, Berthe.
Ben papi!?
Can I talk to you for a second?
Do you take your eggs at Berthe's?
Are you sick or what? Do you know who Berthe is in the area?
That's your idea of life in the countryside: to take her eggs at Berthe's?
I'm known here, I'll let you know.
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