A Week's Vacation (Une semaine de vacances)

Prices have risen in January: plus 1.9%.

It's the worst case in 21 years.

The CGT says the real number is 2.2%.

The Minister of Economy said

that the situation could only get better.

Laurent Fabius said that Georges Marchais is like

a football player specialized in scoring against his own team.

So there is in the news this morning about the declarations of Mr. Barre.

Yesterday, Raymond Barre made a surprising declaration

while asked about the question of unemployment

by communist militants.

You know, Anne? I found that piece of work

that I gave to that student of mine at the end of the year.

He had to complete sentences

like "I would like to..."

"I have dreamt...", "Nothing is...", etc.

I put some bits of it together.

"I'd like to be an animal to watch others without speaking."

"I'd like to know what people really think of me."

"I'd like to be a boy to know how it feels."

"Nothing's worse than being shy."

”Nothing's more dangerous than a broken motorcycle. ”

'Nothing's more beautiful than a chessboard."

"I dreamt I was the mailman, giving happiness to everyone."

"I dreamt I was a typewriter that didn't make any faults."

"I dreamt that my parents were happy together."

Can we go, Captain?

Finish your meal, I'm tired of

screwing with a skeleton.

The first fag is Ro,

because Ro fucks Pierre.

The second fag was To,

because To fucks Hambourg.

To fucks Hambourg.

Yeah, I get it.

Sorry, I thought that.

Hello? Yes. Yes.

No, sir, he's not here, sir.

I'm Conchita, the Spanish housemaid.

Yes.

No, tonight he's going to see prostitutes.

Yes.

Well, okay.

I'm coming.

Take care. Bye.

Come on, let's go.

It's funny, I'm always the one waiting.

Turn off the lights. I'm the one paying.

Life's not easy, hmm?

Well, let me finish.

The third faggot is Ma,

because Ma hides Bono while he screws,

"Ma hides Bono screwing."

It's a clever one, isn't it?

You have a cigarette?

No, I just quit smoking on the staircase.

ONE WEEK OF HOLIDAYS

"FILLING THE HEADS FULL OF ALL THOSE CONDEMNED TO LIVE."

Laurence, Laurence!

Wait, where are you going? You're not going to the school?

Leave me alone.

Are you feeling ill?

Leave me, I'll return home. I'll feel better.

I'll call Grenoble, I'll say I can't go.

I can't leave you like this.

It's all right, really.

Sabouret will give me some medicine.

You'll get a fine now for your car.

I don't care.

-Leave me, please. -Come on now.

Laurence Cuers!

Just a little longer and I wouldn't have been able to leave the car.

I had to avoid going to the school.

That's what scared me.

What did your students do, did they sell drugs or what?

-It's not about them, it's about me. -Of course.

Anyway, you'll take a week of vacation as soon as possible.

And don't fool around with Pierre.

Take a good rest.

He just called me. He's not in Lyon?

He's gone to Grenoble a few days to sell houses.

Call him tonight

or he'll have a nervous breakdown, too.

Take this three times a day,

before your meal.

You should have taught math, not French.

That's something solid.

Even after '69, math stayed the same.

Only Marchais could have been able

to mess that up, and still. Will you read me?

Don't be stupid.

I'm not kidding, didn't you see Debray-Ritzen on TV?

If you were to put them through a real test,

not half the children would be judged fit to go to school.

Also, we discovered dyslexia.

So, when you start again, take it easy.

Is Heredia still taught in school?

"The beautiful bottom of the pale madrepore."

We send them straight to the factory.

Can I dry my hair here?

Yes.

A beer.

Mancheron, you'll go to the principal.

She's a bitch.

Okay, you'll go to the disciplinary committee then.

I don't care, your life's finished anyway.

Sending a kid to the disciplinary committee!

Deep inside, he's a good kid.

I'm sure he likes me.

Everybody makes mistakes, Laurence.

Maybe we should quit this job then.

-Hello. -Thank you for coming.

I'm glad to see you.

I bought some sweets,

so we can get high on sugar.

It's cold outside.

I almost forgot, Tubiana gave me your students' homework for you.

Here.

Do you see how much there is to correct?

I'm sure it's gonna be bad, too.

Some are quite good.

See the first one for example.

You're beeing fooled, Anne.

His parents must vote left, that's all.

It's dreadfully conventional,

although it's on our side.

So it's true that you're depressed!

Don't tell me...

The more you let them express themselves,

the worse it gets.

We go to the expos, we do audiovisual,

"parallel activities,"

and all we get is cliches.

The only difference is how bad they write.

I prefer when you tell us what we must do.

Really?

It's more work to think it up ourselves.

Actually, they're not all stupid.

1978 was the year of the woman,

1979, that of children,

and 1980, the return of the sadistic teacher!

I don't like it when you talk like this.

You didn't even open my box of chocolates.

-Do you want to sleep here? -Yes.

When I was little, I used to think

I was shrinking at night in my bed.

My body got so little that it became just a dot.

And that dot was going away

until it melted in the void.

I was afraid, but,

I always pushed the dot further but it never disappeared.

Why are you laughing?

It reminds me of my first boyfriend.

We never had an intimate talk.

One night, I told him a story that happened to me when I was little.

As soon as we turned off the lights,

I thought there was a corpse under my bed

with its eyes wide open.

So I didn't move,

otherwise, he would wake up,

and that would be terrible.

Something of an offense.

And he would take revenge.

It was my friend.

My boyfriend just answered, "Well,

that's pretty common."

For me, it was like giving

a wonderful present to one's mother and finding it the next day in a closet.

Tell me, why did you become a teacher?

I didn't want to.

But then I liked it.

I didn't want anything,

only to be a pirate.

What's the matter?

Was it the chocolate?

Yes, it was the chocolate.

How much?

I'll tell you.

Let's say 20 francs.

How much?

Okay, 10 then.

10 francs.

You take it then?

Hello, madam.

What would you like?

I've got a nice one here.

Do you like it?

It's a beautiful flower.

And it lasts long, too.

It's a strong plant. You want it?

Miss Cuers!

Hello, can I help you?

That's a strange plant.

Jean told me you were ill.

Oh, you skipped school!

I knew it! You skipped school!

I did that a lot.

Oh, a teacher that skips class,

I've never seen that before!

Let's celebrate! Come on, we'll have a drink.