I'm Hungry, I'm Cold (J'ai faim, j'ai froid)

I'm going away. Take my keys!

What'll we do now?

Go to sleep.

Give me a cigarette.

-Let’s sleep. -I'm cold.

I'm hungry.

What happens once they see we left?

How old are you?

-18 in 10 months. You? -18 in 3 months.

-We ll make it. -It was stifling there.

-In Brussels? -Right.

-Is Paris nice? -We'll find out soon enough.

-Let’s sleep. -Okay.

-I'm cold. -I'm hungry.

-I’m hungry. -Me too.

Got any money?

35 francs and 50. You?

-Seventy-two. -Let's eat.

We need to look older, first.

Yes.

-Okay? -Okay.

I want to fall in love.

Me too. Come on.

-Two orange juices. -Bread.

Two coffees.

-This isn't the coffee I had in Belgium. -Neither’s the bread!

I’m still hungry.

-Same again! -Yes.

Marlboro.

He's good-looking.

Not bad.

Let’s go without paying.

I’m scared.

Then you leave first.

-Come on. -And now what?

-Should we look for a job? -There are no jobs.

I know.

I'm hungry.

A big sandwich.

Come on.

-Not that kind of love! -Then what?

-I don't know. -We have to wait.

-Let's wait. -Have you been in love?

-A little. -Me too.

A great start!

-I’m cold. -Don't think about it.

-Hungry! -Never mind!

Give me a cigarette.

Here.

-When you were in love? -Last year.

-Why was it over? -He’d kiss and bite. And you?

-Last year. -Why was it over?