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Tuesday, May 10, 2005French Film
A man and a woman sit in silence at a table in a quiet café. She holds a cup of coffee and stares out the window. He leans back in his chair and taps his fingers on the table top. They can hear a woman talking on the street outside. The sound fades away.
Man: Oui. Subtitles: Yes, I will accompany you to your parents' dinner party, but if your aunt Carol tells the story of the time she met Tiger Woods and he had a golf tee stuck in his beard, I will be unable to refrain from pointing out that she is an idiot. That was not Tiger Woods. That was obviously a man with a golf tee in his beard who wanted to make a fool out of your aunt because he found her so repulsive. I find her repulsive too. And if she talks about how her daughter's pet rabbit does a little dance whenever someone says the word 'shuffle', I will be unable to refrain from pointing out that this would make him more intelligent than her daughter. If she tells the story of her dog and the water, I will leave the table in disgust, but not before I point out her numerous grammatical errors. The dog is very strange and your aunt is an idiot. If her dog keeps getting wet it is because she is stupid. And if her dog likes the rain it is because he is stupid too. I also find your parents repulsive. |
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