:22:01
A painter-poet.
A sailor who can do a portrait.
:22:05
Does he love me?
:22:07
It's anyone's guess.
:22:11
I drink to your love and success.
:22:13
To old times, so exotic! Salonica!
We met there, in aeronautics.
:22:18
We met in Cherbourg,
in front of a bar.
:22:22
He'd been thrown out,
drunk as a tar.
:22:25
At the time, life was no joke.
I'd lost my job and was flat-broke.
:22:30
I got drunk.
:22:31
- What a downer!
- Don't be a snot!
:22:34
- Don't scratch.
- So what?
:22:36
Hands on the table!
Enough champagne! He's unbearable!
:22:42
I'm sure we've met
somewhere before.
:22:45
We haven't, don't insist anymore.
:22:47
Let the gentleman finish his story.
:22:51
Things weren't hunky-dory.
:22:52
I roamed through Cherbourg
aimlessly
:22:55
after spending six months at sea.
:22:58
I knew a hairdresser in Cherbourg,
Aimé...
:23:02
He married
a certain Mme Desnoyers.
:23:04
A widow from Tours,
or was it Orleans?
:23:07
She was a mother,
a one-time chorine.
:23:11
I don't know her.
:23:14
No, it was Nantes, it seems.
:23:16
- Is there any ice cream?
- Be quiet!
:23:21
The dinner's a bit dull.
:23:24
How about a spectacle?
Do a number from your show.
:23:28
- Without a piano, no.
- I'm feeling a bit out of tune.
:23:33
- I haven't seen your stage costume.
- Tomorrow.
:23:36
But I won't be at the fair.
I'm open on Sundays. I'm stuck here.
:23:42
Leaving, then?
:23:43
Alas, all good things
come to an end.
:23:47
We're off as well, we start at dawn.
:23:50
Don't get up,
we're going, we're gone.