:50:01
Since our eyes are not topics
To make you melt with love.
:50:06
Go on then, my lovelies,
:50:08
Good sailing and good loving.
:50:26
You thought it over?
:50:31
We flit from face to face
Like bees among the flowers.
:50:36
Today we're here,
tomorrow there.
:50:39
For us life's a cinch...
:50:51
Braque, Picasso, Klee,
Miro, Matisse...
:50:56
That's life!
:50:58
Sure, life!
:51:00
But how do you manage?
:51:02
Don't tell me
you paint in the barracks!
:51:04
No one paints in barracks!
:51:07
I have a room in town.
It's my studio.
:51:11
Every night I go AWOL,
and I go home and paint.
:51:16
Next week I go to Paris.
And in 6 months: a show!
:51:20
- If you're released.
- That's not funny!
:51:22
There's trouble everywhere, like in
'39. That's how it started in '39.
:51:27
I saw you this morning
doing your clown act.
:51:30
We were on maneuvers.
Think I enjoy it?
:51:34
Cut it out!
:51:35
Next week I'm a civilian. Freedom!
:51:38
Monday. Right, Yvonne?
:51:42
It's sad to see everyone leave.
:51:45
Why everyone?
:51:48
No special reason.
:51:50
It reminds me of my past.
:51:53
It's none of your business,
of course.
:51:56
You'll break that chair.
:51:58
A past love, I suppose?