Summer Things (Embrassez qui vous voudrez)

Jerome, go without me.

I wore the green thing last time.

How about your red outfit? Makes a splash every time.

Exactly.

I make a splash because I'm not wearing the green thing.

Look, you know the situation.

-What's that? -A kitty door.

-We have no cat. - It's homey.

Might help to sell the house.

- It's crooked. - It's not done.

Stop destroying the house, maybe we'll sell it!

Can't sell it. It stinks of failure. My failure.

People smell it.

-What's with your hair? - I trimmed it.

We can't afford a barber? There are holes!

The back is hard.

Then don't do it.

Vero, we have no choice now. We have to count pennies.

I can't, and I won't learn.

I can't wear the same stuff.

With Elizabeth, I want to die.

You just had to have the vacation.

The same one as theirs. Their videos are humiliating.

Enough. We have to tighten our belts to the hilt.

We can't afford Loic's tuition.

Know what Vero told me at the gym?

They're vacationing in Touquet, at the Westminster, like us.

Last minute choice.

-When do they leave? - In 2 days, like us.

Great. We'll have a ball.

Should've told them Bali. They can't afford it.

She still wears that outfit.

Never changes!

If only I could wear a dress 5 years.

Emilie wasn't at work.

She went shopping for her trip.

I told you. I'm in such a state.

Stop. She's 17.

Only natural she'd rather go to the U.S. with a girlfriend.

A week in Touquet with her parents doesn't excite her.

Touquet excites no one.

Enough temples and floating markets under Lariam.

This year I need rest. I really need a break.

A break from what?

What exactly do you do?

Speaking of which, I thought I'd get the bag, too.

Yesterday I thought it clashed.

What did?

With my new Pradas.

I thought it clashed. Did you?

Maybe, now that you mention it.

I'm off to the office.

See you tonight, honey.

Oh my God.

This is horrible.

So much to do.

Still here, Kevin? I thought you'd gone already.

I had this thing to finish.

Look this over tomorrow please.

And go home. You look exhausted.

Almost vacation. Where you going?

To Dunkerque, Mr. Lannier.

Call me Bertrand.

Fine, Bertrand.

Fuck.

You're nuts.

He'll catch us. You said he was gone.

I thought he was. Anyway, he didn't hear.

Like that? I did.

- He looked at me funny. - Dad is bIind.

Nanou? I have an hour before the dunces' dinner.

I'll stop by, baby.

You're limping?

One of Jerome's gas meters.

- Painful? - She stubbed her toe.

Stubbed my toe! I nearly busted my tibia!

- The nerve! - Let's all have a nice drink.

Only weirdos collect gas meters.

Champagne?

They're all over. Every step is risky.

Hi, Emilie.

What's the point of collecting gas meters?

They're like torsos...

Please. Don't get him started.

Doorbell.

Get it, Emilie. It's Julie.

Julie? She's coming?

I keep telling you.

- Refill? - No thanks. I'm OK.

-You're behind. - Bertrand,

that's your 3rd.

I never remember.

Look at them. Spent all yesterday together,

it's like a reunion of POWs.

Dinner's ready. Let's eat.

How did you choose the same vacation spot as us?

Not that it bothers me.

Jerome picked it.

You picked the spot.

Yeah, just picked it out. You made it sound good last time.

The appetizer's very good.

It's a Bocuse recipe. Emilie, clear the table.

You enjoyed it, Loic.

Not like Miss Picky.

- No dead animals. -You used to.

You adored leg of lamb.

Before that, breast milk. Things change.

Enough, Emilie.

Another drop of wine?

I'll take it.

- Going on vacation? - Not this year.

To be honest, I'm flat broke.

Vacations are a money trap. Silly to waste so much.

You always bring that up.

Why don't you bring her?

Stop. We couldn't hear each other.

No babysitter can stand her.

Come on. It can't be that terrible.

I wish Maria could still cry.

Finish up, Bertrand. You need patience with him.

Emilie, going on vacation alone?

No meat and now no parents!

She's off to Chicago with Nina.

One week of fear in my belly.

Nina doesn't shoot up or snort.

I hope not!

You're going to Chicago? Great.

I hear it's beautiful.

- Dangerous. - Like her high school.

-When? - Tomorrow.

Tomorrow? You can't leave before us!

We're leaving in 2 days.

I'm leaving tomorrow. All set.

What's the difference?

One day. No one told me. I'm not ready.

You're not leaving.

-You care about nothing. - I balance you out.

Help yourselves.

Bertrand, did you reserve a suite?

Yes. Want the whole floor?

Seriously. We never use the living room.

We can get a rollaway.

You want separate bedrooms?

No, for Julie. She has to have a vacation.

I don't want to intrude. I'm used to not leaving.

One more year.

Come on, it won't cost more. Right, Bertrand?

I guess not.

No, this is your vacation.

In a plush hotel, the meals cost a fortune.

On our tab. We won't feel it.

Don't put Julie on the spot. This is delicate.

Well it is...

Julie's fine. That's settled. Go get the bread?

If you think... What about Alice?

You can't leave her in Paris.

We'd love to have her. You don't mind, Bertrand?

No, but she seems like serious baggage.

She'll have her mom.

It's a done deal. Pass the meat.

Elizabeth, I have an idea.

Frankly, I said yes because I know you need a break.

But it's not a good time for me.

Kevin's leaving and we have 2 big deals.

Karine's sick all the time and Samuel's a jerk.

Maybe I'd do well to stay.

I can't go on vacation alone.

Exactly. Julie could take my bed.

That way everyone's more at ease

and I wouldn't be stressed out.

I don't want to steal your vacation.

No, you'd be doing me a big favor.

Elizabeth needs a change,

but for me it's a bad time.

Well, Julie...

if he'd rather.

I'll drive you there, then come back and work.

You know, it's only a week.

True.

That's settled. I'll get the cheese.

The bread. We're not up to that.

You really don't mind?

He's impossible on vacation.

And you'll be there. We'll party. Too bad for him.

Is our room on Elizabeth's floor?

Actually it's not quite the same hotel.

Not at the Westminster? A pity.

- I had another idea. -What is this crap?

It's a surprise.

I better free the babysitter, if she's still alive.

I'll drive you.

Is that reasonable? You've been drinking.

Goodbye, dear.

This green outfit

still looks great. You never age.

You're so lucky.

- Goodbye. - Thanks, Elizabeth. Bye.

See you. And thanks.

- Call me tomorrow? - Let's go.

-Are you sure? - Of course.