Dubourg: How are you now? Alain Leroy: Feeling empty. With some atrocious moments.
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Dubourg: I'm older. The hopes are gone, but I have certainties now.
Alain Leroy: Life flows too slowly on me. So I speed it up. I set it right.
Lydia: I know I'm leaving you with your worst enemy, yourself.
Alain Leroy: The peace of mind of these people!
Alain Leroy: I am patient. I've done nothing but wait. All my life. Waiting - for something to happen. For what, I don't know.
Alain Leroy: The sensitivity was in my heart, not my hands.
Alain Leroy: You've spent the last ten years in gilded mediocrity.
Alain Leroy: One day I realised I'd spent my life waiting. For women. Money. Action. So I drank myself stupid.
Alain Leroy: You and your mediocre certainties!
Urcel: We poets have no need for drugs to attain the borderline between life and death.
Alain Leroy: To leave without having touched anything.
Alain Leroy: It's not life itself I blame, but what's contemptible in it.
Alain Leroy: I don't find it funny to sleep on a tomb... when it's so easy to open it and sleep inside.
Alain Leroy: A patient's life is ordered and simple. It shelters us. I'm not eager for a life again. Paris scares me.
Alain Leroy: Don't go. Don't leave me. I need you. Don't leave, I'm begging you. It's serious.
Alain Leroy: I'm not eager to face life again.
Alain Leroy: I drink because I'm a bad lover.
Alain Leroy: I'd have liked to captivate people, hold on to them, bind them close.
Alain Leroy: Five minutes with her and l'd feel like an insect. l'd vanish into the woodwork.
Narrator: Once again the feeling had eluded him, like a snake between stones.
Alain Leroy: You can work miracles. Touch the leper.
Alain Leroy: So I'll try with death. She should be more accommodating.
Jérôme Minville: What did you do over in JFK-land? Party a lot?
Alain Leroy: We drunks are poor cousins, and we know it. Anyway, we fade away fast.
Alain Leroy: When I get depressed, I do foolish things.
Alain Leroy: Money. It slips right through your fingers.
Alain Leroy: I feel at home here. You're my family.
Alain Leroy: Don't worry. I'll be gone by the end of the week, come what may.
Alain Leroy: I'm not feeling well. I'm early. I fainted in the street.
Frédéric: As it happens, I'm a man. But I've never had money or women.
Alain Leroy: The thing is... I can't reach out with my hands. I can't touch things. And when I do touch things, I feel nothing.
Alain Leroy: Five minutes with her and I'd feel like an insect. I'd vanish into the woodwork.
Alain Leroy: You're a beautiful woman. A good woman. You love making love. And yet... between the two of us nothing's possible.
Dubourg: I'm older. The hopes are gone, but I have certainties now.
Lydia: I know I'm leaving you with your worst enemy, yourself.
Alain Leroy: Life flows too slowly on me. So I speed it up. I set it right.
Alain Leroy: The peace of mind of these people!
Alain Leroy: I am patient. I've done nothing but wait. All my life. Waiting - for something to happen. For what, I don't know.
Alain Leroy: The sensitivity was in my heart, not my hands.
Alain Leroy: You've spent the last ten years in gilded mediocrity.
Alain Leroy: One day I realised I'd spent my life waiting. For women. Money. Action. So I drank myself stupid.
Alain Leroy: You and your mediocre certainties!
Alain Leroy: To leave without having touched anything.
Urcel: We poets have no need for drugs to attain the borderline between life and death.
Alain Leroy: It's not life itself I blame, but what's contemptible in it.
Alain Leroy: I'd have liked to captivate people, hold on to them, bind them close.
Alain Leroy: I don't find it funny to sleep on a tomb... when it's so easy to open it and sleep inside.
Alain Leroy: A patient's life is ordered and simple. It shelters us. I'm not eager for a life again. Paris scares me.
Alain Leroy: Don't go. Don't leave me. I need you. Don't leave, I'm begging you. It's serious.
Alain Leroy: The thing is... I can't reach out with my hands. I can't touch things. And when I do touch things, I feel nothing.
Alain Leroy: I'm not eager to face life again.
Alain Leroy: I drink because I'm a bad lover.
Alain Leroy: Five minutes with her and l'd feel like an insect. l'd vanish into the woodwork.
Narrator: Once again the feeling had eluded him, like a snake between stones.
Alain Leroy: You can work miracles. Touch the leper.
Alain Leroy: So I'll try with death. She should be more accommodating.
Dubourg: How are you now? Alain Leroy: Feeling empty. With some atrocious moments.
Dr. La Barbinais: You still have feelings of anxiety? Alain Leroy: It's not feelings of anxiety, Doctor. It's a single feeling of constant anxiety.
Alain Leroy: I've had enough. I'm calling it a day. I refuse to grow old. Brancion: You miss your youth as if you'd lived it to the fullest. Alain Leroy: It was a promise. And a lie. I was the liar.
Alain Leroy: Do you like Françoise Hardy? Who then? Faveur, Dubourg's daughter: Sylvie Vartan. Dubourg: Who's that? Alain Leroy: A teen idol. You forgot population growth, old man. Dubourg: Young people today are hopeless. Good-looking, elegant, well-fed. They're all alike, like California oranges. Alain Leroy: But you know nothing about them.
Maria: What's wrong, Alain? You're a bit tipsy. And so sad. What is it now? Alain Leroy: You're life itself. Yes, life. But I can't touch you. It's horrible. You're here in front of me, but there's no way.
Dubourg: The cure was rough, especially after New York. Alain Leroy: It has nothing to do with New York. Dubourg: Yes it does. It's no place for us. It's like a crazy whirlpool. Alain Leroy: I love New York. Fanny: Fascinating, but hard to live in. It's intoxicating. People disappear into the city like drug addicts. Alain Leroy: I felt good there. It wasn't home. I always felt like a visitor. Fanny: And Paris? Alain Leroy: Pretty much the same, but I prefer New York. People leave you alone.
Alain Leroy: It's all over for me. I'm leaving. Don't you understand? Dubourg: Life still has things to offer. You must have a sense of your life. That sense can't perish. I hate things that stay locked up. A man's got to show what he's made of. Doing something well is wonderful. Alain Leroy: I never knew what that meant. I've only run after money, like everybody else.
Alain Leroy: Ever been to America? Clinic Female Patient: No, it's hard enough getting to know our old Europe. And they're so brutal there, they might kill me.
Alain Leroy: We drunks are poor cousins, and we know it. Anyway, we fade away fast.
Dubourg: Funny lives we lead, clinging to women. Alain Leroy: You don't seem to cling to Fanny. Dubourg: I wallow in her warmth like a pig in a trough.
