Porn Theatre (La Chatte à deux têtes)

GLOWING EYES

What are you reading?

A magazine.

I read, I read... I'm flipping through.

- It's the best moment of the day. - Speak for yourself!

The Two Headed Pussy.

There are more pigeons than clients!

Get the hell out of here!

- There you are! - It's the full moon. I need cock!

Your ticket!

Leave off, will you...

Don't stay there, you'll get me into trouble...

Just five minutes. The time to finish our joint...

No. Get out of here!

- How much? - 31 FRS 40, as written.

Can you change this for us? We have too many coins...

I'll change it and then you leave, alright?

Thanks.

Don't stay here! Don't make me call the police.

That's the only word you know, you French... the police...

I don't want my cinema being closed down.

If you don't go, I'm calling the police.

You stupid cow! Weren't you young once?

Young...

What do you know about my youth? At least, I've never begged...

They can't even stand up straight. They would do anything for a beer!

My youth. You should sell your arse, rather than begging!

Here, do you want my arse?

Take it, but it's not for sale, you old cow!

Go on! Get the hell out!

Bitch! Go! Get out!

- You're harsh! - They want everything for nothing.

Been singing in the park, have you?

One ticket, please.

One ticket, please.

When I was little, my father always used to say I was a tomboy.

And no one ever says, my son is a tom-girl.

I was always being told:

"Be a man, don't cry, don't do this, don't do that."

So many rules and look at the result.

Give me another tissue.

This one's a cutie...

- No, thank you. - Too bad. We'll see later on...

I'm here, I'm not going to move... Well, in a manner of speaking!

Not bad, hey?

Don't you want to give it a go with a...

You're wrong... maybe I'm freaky,

because of what I see, but you're wrong.

You should give it a try, just to see what it's like...

I've got time.

You've got time... That's what you think.

I know old people whose only regret is

to have never had a homosexual affair.

Men and women, alike... Once you're old what can you do,

everything's flabby and dead...

You're useless, just good enough to pay...

- I'm not interested. - That's what they say...

Personally I've done it all...

from in front, from behind, women too,

I won't die ignorant.

Now, I don't do anything anymore... I'm a saint.

The biggest whores were the greatest saints.

Think of Maria Magdalena...

I am Maria Magdalena... When I love, I really do.

I haven't used that word for almost twenty years...

The day I say it again, it will kick.

To me, for instance.

You're too nice.

Do you think it's fun being a cashier?

I wanted to be a dancer... To dance on points... I loved that.

Back home in Italy, when I was little, a company came by:

They performed "Swan Lake".

It was a long time ago...

- Would you get me a beer? - Yes.

- No, a whisky, it'll cheer me up... - OK.

Get a flask!

Come on, let's go to the toilets...

We'll be more at ease.

As usual.

Good afternoon.

It's been a long time. No, not today...

There's no reason.

Come on, it's a pleasure. The boss is not here...

- No, no. - Go on, get in!

With him, it's any time, any place.

Feels good, right? Are you alright?

Haven't done anything.

It'll be better like that.

One ticket please.

When I was twenty, I lived with a rich man

for five years...

He thought I was a lazy bitch... didn't want to do anything...

he wanted me to continue my studies, to learn English...

Yeah right, I tried...

After two years in class, I was asked:

"What time is it, please?"

"Sunday" I answered...

I understood straight away that it wasn't for me.

He got tired and dumped me.

When you're young you have no choice.

You either have your parents, or you work, or you whore around...

I couldn't steal... I hadn't the guts,

I stole feelings instead.

When you're young you speak nonsense...

One needs to be loved...

Then, you can get anything you want...

Or you get yourself pregnant.

I couldn't, myself...

It's not worth it just for a quickie. I tried, but I couldn't.

Still, a trick is easier than sleeping with someone...

you don't love.

I don't want to hear about sex... I know...

All that blokes want is to fuck.

Stick it in, come and go back to sleep.

And you lie there like an idiot.

You want to take them in your arms... snuggle up to them

but you daren't... They'll say you're clingy.

They'll think: "Oh no! This one is after marriage."

"She'll want a kid."

They sometimes think that. Actually, they're not wrong...

A friend of mine, every time it worked with a man,

she would arrive with her pressure-cooker...

the men clicked on straight away, and would kick her out.

When you're forty, you have to hurry...

I didn't run any risk, as I'd been so butchered...

because 30 years ago, there were no abortions...

Nowadays, if I lived with someone... with my habits!

I fart, I snore... I would feel embarrassed...

I swell up, I become bloated... my colon is too long.

I should have an operation... Yeah right, an operation...

- I just fart... - Hello.

Thirty one francs forty...

Give me another whisky.

Sometimes, I think:

"Make coffee for two in the morning..."

"put a clean table-cloth on... Make some toast..."

Rather than having only one cup to wash...

Daily routine is no fun...

You go to bed, you get up, you call girlfriends,

they all complain...

about money, about AIDS, no love life...

They're depressing.

"Come to dinner, you'll make us laugh".

Of course, they are dead bored!

Couples without kids bore themselves to death...

They always need a third party for distraction...

When I'm down, I don't call people.

You can call me.

Fuck! It jumped again...

The joint comes unstuck...

- I have no condoms left. - Don't worry, I won't spit in.

Go on, give me a fill-up.

OK, it's the last one then!

You're new... you're not used to me.

I can take five or six...

Besides I don't drive, I live next door.

How do you think I got my apartment?

I don't know.

With my heart.

Yes, with my heart. You're bluffed, aren't you...

When I arrived in my village in France,

a circus was in town.

There was a trapeze artist.

She was called Yanne.

She was so beautiful... just like Gina Lollobrigida.

Really. I saw all her films after that.

She looked like her.

It lasted four years... I went everywhere with her.

Four years of happiness.

She fell down in front of me in Mortmaison.

Terrible...

She had made a will

and had left me her apartment in Paris.

There, next door!

I haven't anything to give you, you know.

Yes, you have. Your kindness.

It's precious these days... but it's not enough...

You soon get bored of kindness.

You need a bit of kindness and a bit of perversity. Otherwise it's boring.

See, the problem with couples is the routine...

Once you're too sure of each other, you draw apart...

You always need some mystery. Otherwise it won't work.

It's OK when you're young, you dream,

but at my age, live separately.

Right?

Let me give you a kiss.

I love your voice...

It's sensual. It electrifies me.

It thrills me.

Please, I've heard that for twenty years...

Some have beautiful eyes, for others it's their voice...

"T'as de beaux yeux, tu sais." Do you know that?

You're cute. You're really cute.

One wants to be in your arms...

You'd have two cups to wash, then.

You keep your wits about you! Give me another whisky.

There's none left. I'll get you some more.

They're lovely, like silk.

I'm off.

- Hello. - Hi.