Two Tickets to Greece (Les Cyclades)

Hey, bestie!

- He asleep? - Yeah, he crashed.

I closed his door.

That means we can play music! Look what I pilfered!

You're amazing!

But it'll wake him up!

It's not The Gypsy Kings! This is mellow.

Now it's almost empty.

Add some water. They'll never know.

No talking! The beginning's the most beautiful part.

I wish we could go to Amorgos.

- We'll go! - I promise.

But we're not free diving!

- You've never tried! - I know myself.

Plus, I have tried!

I swear! In the bathtub.

Know how long I lasted?

Can't we just enjoy the music?

TWO TICKETS TO GREECE

Everything okay, Blandine? We're not intruding?

Where's Gaspard?

In his room.

And who's she?

- My best friend. - I'm Magalie.

Are you kidding me? Gather up your little things and take off.

Get out!

- You said you were going to a movie. - We changed our mind!

Now we have to apologize to the babysitter! What's she doing?

Taking myBig Blue CD.

Now tap into your mischievous side and let out whatever comes up.

Let's take a deep breath,

lift our arms to the sky...

Very good... And let go!

What's going on, Blandine? What's wrong?

Sorry, I don't think I can.

It's your first class. Don't throw in the towel so fast!

Sorry, I know myself.

I can't. And I feel like I'm surrounded by retards.

Let's keep those remarks to ourselves.

There are no retards here. Just people like you, here to release their stress.

To stimulate joy in their life!

Too bad for her! She can go. We'll keep laughing.

We're all together, and we'll have fun!

I hope you just paid for the first class?

She made me pay for the whole quarter.

Okay. Tell me what it cost and I'll pay you back.

And stop worrying about me, Benji.

- That's not what I need me get better. - Right!

- What? - Nothing.

Come on, what is it?

If I don't push you to do stuff like that...

you do nothing.

- You stagnate. - I stagnate?

- I did go back to work! - What a feat!

Honey...

That is progress!

I think I'm getting back on my feet.

Six months ago, you couldn't get me down the stairs. But now...

- Isn't that true? - It's true.

So stop fretting about me. I'm fine.

- How was the chicken? - Okay. But the rice tastes weird.

Really?

We'll see how you feed yourself now.

I never could live with roommates.

Even at your age.

Yeah, so?

I say that because you think I'm alone.

I think it's a question of temperament.

Some people...

- What's this envelope? - Oh, right!

Dad's wedding invitation.

Tell me it's for you!

He's not forcing me to go to his wedding?

I got one, and so did you.

What? He's polite. Whether you go is up to you.

What nerve! The guy's shameless.

If you weren't invited, you'd make a fuss, too.

There...

you're way off the mark. Because...

what upsets me is that it's a provocation.

He knows I'd never set foot in his shitty little hick-town wedding.

- It's on Lake Annecy. - Annecy's no paradise.

- Okay? - Salomé was born there.

Salomé... Salami!

- Look at these hideous doves! - Would you prefer crows?

And those tacky intertwining letters.

Mom, you're not getting back on your feet.

- Take the rack. It's practical. - The what?

The laundry rack. It'll come in handy.

That thing's gross!

It's not made to be pretty.

What's in here? CDs! These are yours.

Sure your new place has heat? It's cold now.

Mom, I checked. It works. Okay?

Womack and Womack...

Bangles... Never heard of these guys.

Who's Magalie Graulières?

"This CD belongs to Magalie Graulières."

Let me see!

Mom...

She was my friend in middle school.

Pint-sized, but a big mouth!

As sassy as they come!

The funniest girl on earth!

Why'd you lose touch?

We had a fight over something stupid.

At that age you swing from love to hate.

Then she moved away and we lost touch.

- You'll keep in touch, won't you? - Sure.

Benji...

- Excited? - Big time!

If the landlord drops in and sees this mess, you guys are out!

- What did you cook that's so caked on? - Pasta.

Forget the sponge, we need a scraper.

Stop! Give me my cell phone!

- I don't guess you have one? - What?

A scraper. Or a thermal stripper.

Mom, who cares? We have to go, I reserved.

- Don't be mad. I think I'll go home. - What?

On Saturday, it'll be packed.

And with the road work, there'll be a detour.

No way are you dumping me!

- And I don't feel well. - I know you. No more hunger strikes!

Drop the sponge, we're going!

Come on!

Mom!

I can't wear these gloves.

We're going for Indian food?

Yeah.

We eat that stuff every day at work!

- Will you stop. - What?

Can't you be little more fun?

I'm loads of fun! Can't we just pick another restaurant?

No, it's happening here.

- What's happening? - I'm leaving, you have a date.

What date?

You're dining with Magalie Graulières.

I tracked her down on Facebook. She's inside. So don't keep her waiting.

Benjamin...

No way! You can't...

- I'm not going! - Yes, you are.

- What'll I say? - Talk about old times.

You'll laugh. I'm sure you'll thank me for it.

Good evening.

- Are you Blandine? - Yes.

Your friend's already here.

- May I take your coat? - Yes.

- Thank you. - Will you follow me?

Yes.

Magalie?

- Your earring's gouging me. - Sorry!

Oh, yeah!

It's so great to see you!

You haven't changed.

Back in school, those kids would call me "ma'am".

No, why?

Okay, your cheeks are gaunt, you have bags under your eyes.

Who cares? It'll happen to us all!

But I see my old friend Blandine!

That's sweet.

I hear you're blue and you've lost your lust for life!

That's what he said?

Let's just say his dad and I split up...

Well, he's the one who...

- I mean... - Don't sweat it!

Separations are never easy.

So there've been some ups and downs.

He did emphasize the downs.

I don't know why he's so intent on shaking me up.

But it's given us a chance to reunite!

That's true.

Benjamin...

I thought his telephone voice was...

pretty hot!

Then I saw his pictures on Facebook... Cute guy!

He's my type!

What are you drinking?

The house cocktail.

It's not bad. But it needs a bit more booze.

This almost tastes like water.

- Want one? - No.

I'm already a little queasy. Plus, I have to drive home.

- Now I live... - In the 'burbs, I know.

Okay.

You live in Paris?

In Montmartre.

- How great! - Just a tiny attic studio.

A 7th floor walk-up.

But it keeps me in shape. So my gams...

are great!

Not to mention my glutes! Tight as drums!

I had a dentist there.

- I don't know why I said that. - No, that interests me.

What do you do for a living? I guess my son told you about me.

No.

I'm an electro-radiology technician.

So, super serious!

So you totally gave up blading?

Blading?

Rollerblading. You were a fiend!