A Few Days in September

David: You don't like Americans, do you? Orlando: No. David: Why? Irène Montano: Because her dad likes poetry, she hates poetry. Because her dad's American, she hates Americans. David: The fact that her dad's American can't be the only reason why she hates us all. Orlando: You want other reasons? David: Yeah. Orlando: Because you've got short legs. Because you like Schwarzenegger. Because you take care of your body as if it was a machine, and of your head as if it was a tomato. Because you think you have to save mankind. And surprise, what's supposed to be good for mankind, first, and foremost, is good for you. Enough? Or do you want more? Irène Montano: Wow. Congratulations. David and I bet you never say more than three words. David: You've left out a few other reasons. Um, you can hate us because we eat bland food. Because we're always afraid we're gonna be sick. Because we are against abortion, but for the death penalty. Because we never have sex. And because half of us... well almost half of us, voted for George doubla-vee Bush. But you see, for me, the fact that the French have a stuupid president never prevented me from loving them. David: Hmm, must be exhausting to feel so much hatred. Orlando: Depends. David: Does it? Orlando: Yeah. It's exhausting to hate when you want revenge, knowing you'll never get it. David: You have a gun - pow, pow. You know you'll get it. Orlando: I won't need a gun. You Americans, you're like dinosaurs. You're very strong, and you think you're meant to live and command forever. You never wondered why you're always making movies about dinosaurs? It's because you identify with them. In a few years, maybe twenty or thirty years, people will try to understand how such an empire, with an army so powerful, managed to disappear so insignificantly. David: Hmm. That's a lot more interesting...