Top 10 Films selon Monsieur_Biche

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"She told him that she dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about: escape. She saw herself at night running naked down a highway, running across fields, running down riverbeds, always running. And always, just when she was about to get away, he'd be there. He would stop her somehow. He would just appear and stop her. And when she told him these dreams, he believed them. He knew she had to be stopped or she'd leave him forever. So he tied a cow bell to her ankle so he could hear at night if she tried to get out of bed. But she learned how to muffle the bell by stuffing a sock into it, and inching her way out of the bed and into the night. He caught her one night when the sock fell out and he heard her trying to run to the highway. He caught her and dragged her back to the trailer, and tied her to the stove with his belt. He just left her there and went back to bed and lay there listening to her scream. And he listened to his son scream, and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was... sleep. And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language, or streets. He dreamed about this place without knowing its name. And when he woke up, he was on fire. There were blue flames burning the sheets of his bed. He ran through the flames toward the only two people he loved... but they were gone. His arms were burning, and he threw himself outside and rolled on the wet ground. Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn't run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."

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- Pat tout à l'heure m'a demandé de faire une heure de plus : tu parles ! Ce soir c'est sacré ! Je vais au théâtre.
- Qu'est-ce que tu vas voir ?
- Carmen !
- « L'amour est enfant de Bohême, la la la la la la la la la ! »
- J'aime pas l'opéra ! Le ciné c'est mieux !
- Moi ce soir je vais danser, la la la la la ! Donne-m'en une petite !
- Tous ces gens qui chantent, moi, tu comprends, ça me fait mal. J'aime mieux l'ciné !
- Tu l'as déjà dit.
- Tchao, les gars !
- Tchao !