1:16:02
That's my job
1:16:04
Don't tell me I was just
any musician
1:16:08
- Your way of looking at me...
- I was sincere
1:16:11
Everything we said to each other...
1:16:13
But we didn't say anything
1:16:19
Or was it I who...
no, it's not possible
1:16:25
But why?
1:16:27
I told you why
1:16:32
But if it was to get at your friend,
you should have fucked me
1:16:37
Sordid, but at least it's life
1:16:39
Stop this
1:16:40
It's nothing! You're nothing!
1:16:49
Embarrassed? Let them have their fun
1:16:54
Old strait-lace...
1:16:57
...wishes he were elsewhere
1:17:03
It seems he loves music...
1:17:04
...because "it's the stuff of dreams"
and nothing to do with life
1:17:10
You know nothing of dreams. You have
no imagination, no heart, no balls
1:17:16
You've nothing in there!
1:17:19
I'm sorry, but I think...
1:17:37
What's happened to me?
1:17:39
What am I doing?
1:17:45
Don't worry, I'm going
1:17:49
I'm ashamed