1.  On September 3rd 1973
at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, 
			  
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2.  a bluebottle fly capable
of 14,670 wing beats a minute 
			  
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3.  landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. 
			  
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4.  At the same moment,
on a restaurant terrace nearby, 
			  
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5.  the wind magically made two glasses
dance unseen on a tablecloth. 
			  
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6.  Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat,
28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, 
			  
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7.  returning from his best friend's funeral,
Eugène Colère erased his name 
			  
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8.  from his address book. 
			  
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9.  At the same moment,
a sperm with one X chromosome, 
			  
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10.  belonging to Raphaël Poulain, 
			  
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11.  made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. 
			  
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12.  Nine months later, 
			  
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13.  Amélie Poulain was born. 
			  
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14.  Her father, an ex-army doctor, 
			  
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15.  works at a spa in Enghien-Les-Bains. 
			  
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16.  Raphaël Poulain dislikes: 
			  
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17.  Peeing next to someone else. He also dislikes: 
			  
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18.  Catching scornful glances at his sandals. 
			  
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19.  Clingy wet swimming trunks. 
			  
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20.  Raphaël Poulain likes: 
			  
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21.  Peeling off large strips of wallpaper. 
			  
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22.  Lining up all his shoes and polishing them. 
			  
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23.  Emptying his tool box, 
			  
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24.  cleaning it out, 
			  
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25.  and putting everything back. 
			  
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26.  Amélie's mother, Amandine,
a schoolmistress from Gueugnon, 
			  
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27.  has always had shaky nerves. 
			  
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28.  Amandine Poulain dislikes:
Getting puckered fingers in the bath. 
			  
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29.  When someone she doesn't like 
			  
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30.  brushes against her hand. 
			  
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31.  Pillow marks on her cheek in the morning. 
			  
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32.  Amandine Poulain likes:
Figure skaters' costumes on TV. 
			  
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33.  Polishing the parquet with slippers. 
			  
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34.  Emptying her handbag, 
			  
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35.  cleaning it out, 
			  
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36.  and putting everything back. 
			  
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37.  Amélie is six. 
			  
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38.  Like all little girls,
she'd like to be hugged by her daddy. 
			  
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39.  But he never touches her,
except for a monthly checkup. 
			  
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40.  The thrill of this rare contact 
			  
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41.  makes her heart beat like a drum. 
			  
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42.  As a result, 
			  
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43.  he thinks she has a heart defect. 
			  
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44.  Declared unfit for school, 
			  
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45.  Amélie is taught by her mother. 
			  
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46.  Four... 
			  
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47.  hens... 
			  
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48.  brood... 
			  
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49.  here... 
			  
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50.  henceforth. 
			  
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51.  Four hens brood... 
			  
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52.  Very good. 
			  
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53.  hens fourth!
- No! 
			  
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54.  Deprived of playmates, 
			  
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55.  tossed about
between a neurotic and an iceberg, 
			  
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56.  Amélie retreats into her imagination. 
			  
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57.  In this world, LPs are made like pancakes. 
			  
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58.  The neighbor's comatose wife 
			  
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59.  has chosen to get all her life's sleep in one go. 
			  
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60.  After this, I can stay awake day and night. 
			  
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61.  Amélie has one friend, Blubber. 
			  
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62.  Alas, the home environment
has made Blubber suicidal. 
			  
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63.  Blubber's suicide attempts
destroy Mother's nerves. 
			  
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64.  A decision is made. 
			  
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65.  Enough! 
			  
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66.  To comfort Amélie, her mother
gives her a second-hand Instamatic camera. 
			  
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67.  Little girl! Look what you did! 
			  
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68.  A neighbor fools her into thinking
her camera causes accidents. 
			  
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69.  Because she'd been taking pictures
all afternoon, Amélie is petrified. 
			  
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70.  She stares at the TV, racked by the guilt 
			  
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71.  of causing a huge fire, 
			  
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72.  two derailments 
			  
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73.  and a jumbo jet crash. 
			  
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74.  A few days later, 
			  
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75.  realizing she'd been had, 
			  
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76.  Amélie gets her revenge. 
			  
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77.  What...? 
			  
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78.  One day tragedy strikes. 
			  
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79.  Amandine takes Amélie to Notre Dame
to light a candle and pray for a baby brother. 
			  
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80.  Three minutes later, heaven sends, 
			  
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81.  alas, not a baby boy, but Marguerite,
a tourist from Quebec, 
			  
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82.  bent on ending her life. 
			  
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83.  Amandine Poulain is killed instantly. 
			  
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84.  After her mother's death,
Amélie lives alone with her father. 
			  
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85.  His unsociable tendencies increase. 
			  
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86.  He's obsessed with building a miniature shrine 
			  
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87.  to house his wife's ashes. 
			  
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88.  Days, months and years go by. 
			  
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89.  In such a dead world, 
			  
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90.  Amélie prefers to dream
until she's old enough to leave home. 
			  
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91.  Five years later,
she's a waitress in Montmartre 
			  
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92.  at The Two Windmills. 
			  
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93.  It is August 29th. 
			  
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94.  In 48 hours, her life will change forever. 
			  
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95.  But she doesn't know it yet. 
			  
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96.  She lives quietly among her colleagues
and the café's regulars. 
			  
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97.  That's Suzanne, the owner. 
			  
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98.  She limps a little but she's never spilt a drink. 
			  
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99.  When she was younger, she was a circus rider. 
			  
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100.  She likes athletes who cry with disappointment. 
			  
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101.  She dislikes seeing men humiliated
in front of their kids in her café. 
			  
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102.  Georgette is the tobacconist.
She's a hypochondriac. 
			  
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103.  Migraines one day, sciatica the next.
She hates the words 
			  
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104.  "fruit of thy womb". 
			  
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105.  Gina works with Amélie.
Her grandmother was a healer. 
			  
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106.  She likes cracking bones. 
			  
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107.  She's bringing a kir to Hipolito, a failed writer. 
			  
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108.  He likes seeing bullfighters gored on TV. 
			  
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109.  Scowling at them is Joseph,
Gina's rejected lover. 
			  
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110.  He's always jealously spying on her. 
			  
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111.  All he likes 
			  
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112.  is popping bubble wrap. 
			  
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113.  And here's Philomène, an air hostess. 
			  
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114.  Amélie looks after her cat Rodrigue
when she's away. Philomène likes 
			  
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115.  the sound of the cat's bowl on the tiles. 
			  
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116.  Rodrigue likes overhearing children's stories. 
			  
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117.  No, thanks, ma'am. I never work on Sundays. 
			  
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118.  At weekends, Amélie often takes a train
from the Gare du Nord to see her father. 
			  
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119.  - Why don't you use your retirement to...?
- To do what? 
			  
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120.  Travel. You've never been away. 
			  
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121.  When we were young,
your mother and I longed to travel. 
			  
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122.  But we couldn't. 
			  
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123.  - Because of your heart.
- Yes. I know. 
			  
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124.  So now... 
			  
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125.  Now... 
			  
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126.  Some Friday evenings,
Amélie goes to the cinema. 
			  
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127.  I like turning round
and looking at people's faces in the dark. 
			  
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128.  I like noticing details
that no-one else ever sees. 
			  
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129.  But I hate it in old American movies
when drivers don't watch the road. 
			  
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130.  Amélie doesn't have a boyfriend. 
			  
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131.  She tried once or twice,
but the results were a let-down. 
			  
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132.  Instead, she cultivates a taste
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133.  Plunging her hand deep into a sack of grain. 
			  
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134.  Cracking crème brûlée 
			  
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135.  with a teaspoon. 
			  
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136.  And skimming stones on the Canal St Martin. 
			  
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137.  They call him the Glass Man. 
			  
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138.  He was born with bones as brittle as crystal. 
			  
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139.  All his furniture is padded. 
			  
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140.  A handshake would be enough
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141.  He's stayed indoors for 20 years. 
			  
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142.  Time has changed nothing. 
			  
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143.  Amélie still takes refuge in solitude. 
			  
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144.  She amuses herself with silly questions
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145.  such as: "How many couples
are having an orgasm now?" 
			  
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146.  Fifteen. 
			  
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147.  Finally, on the night of August 30th 1997. 
			  
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148.  comes the event
that will change her life forever. 
			  
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149.  Lady Di, Princess of Wales,
died in a car crash in Paris last night 
			  
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150.  with her companion Dodi Al Fayed... 
			  
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151.  Only the first man
to discover Tutankhamen's tomb 
			  
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152.  would understand how she felt 
			  
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153.  on finding this treasure 
			  
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154.  hidden by a little boy 40 years ago. 
			  
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155.  On August 31st at 4am, 
			  
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156.  Amélie has a dazzling idea. 
			  
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157.  Wherever he was,
she would find the box's owner 
			  
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158.  and give him back his treasure. 
			  
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159.  If he was touched,
she'd become a regular do-gooder. 
			  
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160.  If not, too bad. 
			  
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161.  The girl from the 5th floor!
We don't see much of you. 
			  
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162.  Would you know of a boy
who lived in my flat in the '50s? 
			  
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163.  A boy? Come and have a glass of port. 
			  
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164.  - No, thanks.
- Come in! Close the door. 
			  
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165.  Boys? I've known so many. 
			  
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166.  They're cute until they discover
snowballs and chestnuts. 
			  
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167.  I've known so many boys. 
			  
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168.  - When did you come here?
- In '64. 
			  
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169.  You'll have heard the story. 
			  
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170.  No, I don't think so. 
			  
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171.  I'm amazed. Sit down. 
			  
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172.  My husband worked for Ladybird Insurance. 
			  
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173.  It's no secret that he slept with his secretary. 
			  
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174.  They used every hotel around. 
			  
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175.  Not the grotty ones, either. 
			  
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176.  The bimbo liked spreading her legs, 
			  
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177.  but only on satin. 
			  
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178.  So my husband swiped from the till. 
			  
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179.  A little at first, then 50 million. 
			  
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180.  Off they flew to South America. 
			  
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181.  Drink up. 
			  
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182.  On January 20th 1970, 
			  
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183.  my doorbell rang. 
			  
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184.  "Your husband's been killed
in a car crash in South America." 
			  
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185.  My life stopped there. 
			  
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186.  And Black Lion died of heartbreak. 
			  
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187.  Poor creature. 
			  
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188.  See how lovingly 
			  
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189.  he still stares at his master? 
			  
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190.  One day 
			  
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191.  I'll read you his letters. 
			  
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192.  No, don't go! 
			  
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193.  You can spare five minutes. 
			  
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194.  He wrote this 
			  
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195.  from the barracks. 
			  
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196.  "Darling Mado." That's me. 
			  
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197.  I'm called Madeleine. 
			  
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198.  "I can't sleep, can't eat, 
			  
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199.  knowing that my only reason to live
is far away in Paris. 
			  
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200.  I won't see her until a fortnight on Friday, 
			  
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201.  when my sweet little weasel
appears at the station 
			  
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202.  in her strappy blue dress." 
			  
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203.  In brackets: "The one you think
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204.  Has anyone ever written to you like that? 
			  
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205.  No. I'm nobody's little weasel. 
			  
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206.  My name's Madeleine Wells. 
			  
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207.  Madeleine, like Mary Magdalene. 
			  
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208.  She wept, right? And Wells as in water. 
			  
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209.  Talk about being born to cry! 
			  
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210.  About your question... 
			  
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211.  Ask Collignon, the grocer.
He's lived here all his life. 
			  
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212.  Hello, Amélie-mellow! 
			  
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213.  A fig and three hazelnuts, as usual? 
			  
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214.  Who lived in my flat in the '50s? 
			  
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215.  - What was their name?
- You've got me there, dear. 
			  
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216.  In 1950, I was two.
The mental age of this cretin. 
			  
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217.  The "cretin" is Lucien. 
			  
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218.  He's no genius, but Amélie likes him.
She likes the way 
			  
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219.  he handles each endive like a precious object 
			  
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220.  to be treated with care.
It's his way of showing 
			  
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221.  his love of good work. 
			  
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222.  Look at him! 
			  
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223.  Like he's nursing a baby bird
that's fallen out of its nest! 
			  
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224.  Don't ask him for currants! 
			  
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225.  You'd be here till Monday! 
			  
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226.  Get moving, spastic! 
			  
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227.  She hasn't got all day. 
			  
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228.  Here. 
			  
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229.  Go and see my mother.
She has the memory of an elephant. 
			  
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230.  Elephant Mum! 
			  
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231.  Thank you. 
			  
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232.  Bredoteau. 
			  
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233.  Sorry? 
			  
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234.  It's the name you're after. 
			  
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235.  But if it's me that says so,
it won't count. I'm senile. 
			  
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236.  Ignore him. He's senile. 
			  
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237.  See what he's done to my laurel? 
			  
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238.  His old job was punching métro tickets. 
			  
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239.  For three months now,
he's got up every night to punch holes 
			  
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240.  - in my laurels!
- I'd have preferred lilacs. Such is life! 
			  
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241.  - We all need a way to relax.
- I skim stones. 
			  
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242.  - You do?
- I'll find it. Don't worry. 
			  
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243.  - I file everything.
- Like what? 
			  
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244.  Your son's nearly 50
and I'm still doing his book-keeping. 
			  
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245.  You were still squeezing his toothpaste at 15,
so it follows. 
			  
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246.  Right. Camus... 
			  
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247.  2nd floor on the right. Brossard...
Brossard was on staircase B. 
			  
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248.  Got it! 
			  
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249.  Bredoteau, 5th floor on the right. 
			  
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250.  They were from the Pas de Calais. 
			  
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251.  Bredoteau. What more can I say? 
			  
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252.  Groping under the photo booth
is Nino Quincampoix. 
			  
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253.  When Amélie lacked playmates,
Nino had too many. 
			  
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254.  Five miles apart, one dreamed
of having a sister, the other a brother 
			  
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255.  to spend all their time with. 
			  
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256.  Hi, Dad. 
			  
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257.  A new friend? 
			  
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258.  No, I've had him for years. 
			  
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259.  Your mother hated him,
so he lived in the tool shed. 
			  
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260.  There. Let's reconcile them. 
			  
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261.  There. Not bad, eh? 
			  
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262.  Dad, if you found a precious relic
from your childhood, 
			  
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263.  how would it make you feel?
Happy? Sad? Nostalgic? What? 
			  
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264.  I didn't have this gnome when I was a child. 
			  
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265.  He was a retirement gift from my old regiment. 
			  
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266.  No, I mean something you hid
like a secret treasure. 
			  
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267.  I should varnish him before autumn. 
			  
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268.  I'll make some tea. Do you want some? 
			  
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269.  Breathe in. Hold still. 
			  
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270.  Better now? 
			  
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271.  Shut the door! 
			  
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272.  There's a howling gale. 
			  
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273.  It's hardly Siberia. 
			  
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274.  I can see you're not allergic 
			  
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275.  to car fumes.
I almost coughed up my pleura last night. 
			  
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276.  Coughed up a pleura? Sure. 
			  
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277.  - What's on the menu today, Suzanne?
- Endives au gratin. 
			  
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278.  They'll have you on your knees, you'll see. 
			  
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279.  They're good, then? 
			  
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280.  - Depends where.
- If it's at the toilet... 
			  
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281.  Not good! 
			  
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282.  12:15, laughs orgasmically
to attract alpha male. 
			  
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283.  He's going to drive me berserk! 
			  
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284.  Can't he give up?
There are plenty of other bars. 
			  
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285.  Goodbye. 
			  
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286.  Suzanne. 
			  
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287.  - Suzanne.
- Yes. 
			  
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288.  "Au gratin" means white sauce, right? 
			  
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289.  Yes, why? 
			  
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290.  I can't stomach it. Like you and horse meat. 
			  
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291.  It's not my stomach, it's my memory. 
			  
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292.  I'd rather cook human flesh. 
			  
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293.  You're kidding! 
			  
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294.  Suzanne, would you mind if I left early today? 
			  
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295.  What's his name? 
			  
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296.  Dominique Bredoteau. 
			  
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297.  Hello. 
			  
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298.  Are you Dominique Bredoteau? 
			  
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299.  That's me. 
			  
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300.  Why? 
			  
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301.  It's about... 
			  
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302.  the petition. 
			  
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303.  Petition? 
			  
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304.  Yes. The petition to... 
			  
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305.  to canonize Lady Di. 
			  
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306.  No, thanks. 
			  
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307.  No. 
			  
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308.  Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to bother you... 
			  
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309.  - Yes?
- Hello. 
			  
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310.  I'm looking for Dominique Bredoteau
for the European census. 
			  
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311.  Come up. Third floor. 
			  
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312.  Hello, kitten. 
			  
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313.  Earl Grey? 
			  
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314.  Jasmine? 
			  
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315.  What will you have? 
			  
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316.  I'm working. 
			  
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317.  There. I'm coming. 
			  
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318.  Do you know where I can find
Dominique Bredoteau? 
			  
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319.  Oh, my poor dear! 
			  
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320.  You just missed him. 
			  
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321.  Look, there he goes now. 
			  
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322.  Bre-to-deau. 
			  
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323.  Not Bre-do-teau. 
			  
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324.  You need 
			  
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325.  a glass of mulled wine. 
			  
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326.  Come in. 
			  
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327.  Come on in. 
			  
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328.  I've lived here for five years.
This is the first time we've met. 
			  
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329.  I never go out on the landing. 
			  
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330.  I'm fussy about who I meet. 
			  
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331.  They're all creeps anyway. 
			  
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332.  Come in. Here. 
			  
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333.  Come in. 
			  
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334.  They call me the Glass Man, 
			  
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335.  but my name is Raymond Dufayel. 
			  
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336.  - Amélie Poulain. I'm a waitress at...
- The Two Windmills. I know. 
			  
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337.  And you've come back empty-handed
from your search for Bretodeau. 
			  
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338.  Because it's not "do", it's "to". 
			  
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339.  - Like "Toto".
- Thank you. 
			  
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340.  I love that painting. 
			  
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341.  It's the Luncheon Of The Boating Party. 
			  
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342.  By Renoir. 
			  
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343.  I've painted one each year for twenty years. 
			  
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344.  The hardest part is the looks. 
			  
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345.  I sometimes feel they deliberately change
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346.  They look quite happy there. 
			  
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347.  They should be. 
			  
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348.  This year they had hare with morels. 
			  
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349.  And waffles with jam for the children. 
			  
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350.  Now, what have I done
with that piece of paper? 
			  
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351.  Ah, you've noticed my video camera
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352.  It's a gift from my sister-in-law. 
			  
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353.  I put it there 
			  
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354.  so I don't need to wind up my clocks. 
			  
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355.  After all these years, 
			  
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356.  the only person I still can't capture 
			  
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357.  is the girl with the glass of water. 
			  
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358.  She's in the middle, 
			  
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359.  yet she's on the outside. 
			  
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360.  Maybe she's just different from the others. 
			  
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361.  In what way? 
			  
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362.  I don't know. 
			  
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363.  When she was little, she can't
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364.  Maybe never. 
			  
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365.  Here. 
			  
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366.  Dominique Bretodeau, 27 Rue Mouffetard. 
			  
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367.  It's for you. 
			  
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368.  Every Tuesday morning,
Dominique Bretodeau goes to buy a chicken. 
			  
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369.  He usually roasts it
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370.  After carving the legs,
the breast and the wings, 
			  
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371.  he loves picking the hot carcass
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372.  starting with the oysters. 
			  
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373.  But not today. Bretodeau won't buy a chicken. 
			  
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374.  He'll go no further 
			  
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375.  than this phone booth here. 
			  
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376.  In a flash, it all came back to him. 
			  
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377.  Federico Bahamontes
winning the Tour de France in '59. 
			  
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378.  Aunt Josette's slips. 
			  
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379.  And most of all, that tragic day. 
			  
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380.  That tragic day
when he won all the marbles at break time. 
			  
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381.  Bretodeau! 
			  
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382.  Bretodeau! 
			  
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383.  The pinch, Bretodeau! 
			  
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384.  Do you understand, Bretodeau? 
			  
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385.  Cognac, please. 
			  
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386.  It's amazing, what just happened to me. 
			  
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387.  It must be my guardian angel.
It's the only explanation. 
			  
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388.  It was as if the phone booth was calling me. 
			  
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389.  It rang and rang. 
			  
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390.  Same here. The microwave's calling me. 
			  
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391.  I'll have another cognac. 
			  
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392.  Life's strange. 
			  
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393.  To a kid, time always drags.
Suddenly you're 50. 
			  
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394.  All that's left of your childhood 
			  
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395.  fits in a little box, 
			  
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396.  a little rusty box. 
			  
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397.  Have you got kids, miss? 
			  
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398.  I have a daughter.
She must be about your age. 
			  
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399.  We haven't spoken for years. 
			  
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400.  I heard she had a child, a boy. 
			  
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401.  His name is Lucas. 
			  
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402.  I think it's time I looked them up
before I'm in a box myself. 
			  
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403.  Don't you think? 
			  
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404.  Amélie suddenly has a strange feeling
of complete harmony. 
			  
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405.  It's a perfect moment. Soft light,
a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city, 
			  
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406.  She breathes deeply.
Life seems so simple and clear. 
			  
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407.  A surge of love,
an urge to help mankind suddenly engulfs her. 
			  
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408.  Let me help you. Step down. 
			  
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409.  Off we go!
We just passed the drum major's widow! 
			  
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410.  She's worn his coat since the day he died.
Careful. 
			  
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411.  The horse's head on the butcher's
has lost an ear. 
			  
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412.  That's the florist laughing. He has crinkly eyes. 
			  
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413.  In the bakery window there are lollipops! 
			  
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414.  Mmm. Smell that. 
			  
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415.  They're giving out melon slices. 
			  
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416.  Sugarplum ice cream! 
			  
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417.  We're passing the pork butcher. 
			  
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418.  Ham, 79 francs. Spareribs, 45! 
			  
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419.  Now the cheese shop.
Picodons are 12.90, cabecous 23.50. 
			  
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420.  At the butcher's a baby's watching a dog
that's watching the chickens roasting. 
			  
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421.  Now we're at the newspaper kiosk
by the métro. 
			  
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422.  I'll leave you here. Bye. 
			  
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423.  "She can't relate to other people." 
			  
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424.  "She was always a lonely child." 
			  
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425.  On a sparkling evening in July, 
			  
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426.  while on the beaches holidaymakers 
			  
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427.  relax in the new-found sun, 
			  
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428.  and in Paris the sweltering crowds 
			  
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429.  gaze at the first bursts 
			  
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430.  of the traditional fireworks,
Amélie Poulain, 
			  
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431.  godmother of outcasts, 
			  
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432.  Madonna of the unloved, 
			  
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433.  finally succumbs to exhaustion. 
			  
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434.  In Paris' grief-stricken streets, 
			  
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435.  a vast throng of mourners 
			  
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436.  line her funeral route in silence 
			  
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437.  with the measureless sorrow
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438.  What a strange destiny for one 
			  
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439.  who gave her all, 
			  
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440.  yet took such joy in life's simple pleasures. 
			  
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441.  Like Don Quixote, she pitted herself 
			  
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442.  against the grinding windmill
of all life's miseries. 
			  
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443.  It was a losing battle 
			  
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444.  that claimed her life too soon. 
			  
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445.  At barely 23, Amélie Poulain 
			  
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446.  let her young, tired body merge 
			  
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447.  with the ebb and flow of universal woe. 
			  
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448.  As she went, she felt a stab of regret
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449.  without trying to give his stifled life 
			  
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450.  the breath of air she had given 
			  
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451.  to so many others. 
			  
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452.  Wait! 
			  
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453.  Wait! 
			  
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454.  Wait... 
			  
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455.  Wait, wait! 
			  
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456.  Pages full of dud ID photos
torn up and discarded by their owners, 
			  
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457.  carefully reassembled by some oddball. 
			  
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458.  Some family album! 
			  
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459.  A pack of Gauloises. 
			  
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460.  Just a second. It's so smoky in here.
Can you tell me where they are? 
			  
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461.  - I can't see a thing.
- More to the left. 
			  
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462.  - There?
- A bit more. There. 
			  
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463.  Thank you. You need change. 
			  
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464.  Forget it. 
			  
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465.  - Yes?
- A mauresque. 
			  
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466.  A mauresque for the young man. 
			  
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467.  One kir aligoté, one mauresque,
and two mint sodas. 
			  
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468.  Was that prenuptial or post-coital smooching? 
			  
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469.  Is your bullshit congenital? 
			  
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470.  - Prenuptial.
- Don't worry. 
			  
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471.  You'll find Mr. Right one day. 
			  
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472.  All women want to sleep on a man's shoulder.
All of them. 
			  
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473.  All men snore after a few drinks,
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474.  I had an operation on my nasal cavities. 
			  
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475.  I see you're a born romantic. 
			  
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476.  I see you've never known true love. 
			  
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477.  I did. It shortened my leg. 
			  
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478.  - I thought you fell off a horse.
- I did. 
			  
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479.  I was in love with a trapeze artist. 
			  
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480.  I should have known.
They always drop you at the last minute. 
			  
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481.  He dropped me just before my act. 
			  
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482.  It floored me. And the horse. 
			  
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483.  With me under it. 
			  
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484.  The mauresque? 
			  
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485.  Still, true love does exist. 
			  
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486.  I'm not saying it doesn't.
After 30 years behind this bar, 
			  
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487.  I'm an expert. I can even give you the recipe. 
			  
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488.  Take two regulars. 
			  
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489.  Let each think the other fancies them.
Leave it to simmer. 
			  
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490.  It never fails. 
			  
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491.  Excuse me! 
			  
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492.  Excuse me. 
			  
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493.  - I've had enough.
- I'll go. 
			  
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494.  Haven't you hurt enough people? 
			  
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495.  Gina can defend herself. 
			  
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496.  I don't mean Gina. I mean Georgette. 
			  
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497.  Georgette? 
			  
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498.  Open your eyes! She craves your attention 
			  
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499.  but you only have eyes for Gina. 
			  
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500.  Poor girl! The things she does 
			  
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501.  to catch your eye! 
			  
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502.  You really must be blind. 
			  
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503.  I'm off on a date. Bye! 
			  
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504.  Goodbye. 
			  
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505.  Whoever her new one is, 
			  
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506.  he can't be worse
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507.  Joseph's not so nutty. 
			  
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508.  He's just in pain. 
			  
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509.  Come off it, Amélie.
They split up two months ago. 
			  
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510.  To keep on coming here every day,
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511.  Don't say you haven't noticed. 
			  
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512.  Noticed what? 
			  
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513.  He always sits here, right? 
			  
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514.  Yes. 
			  
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515.  Sit down. 
			  
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516.  Sit down, Georgette. 
			  
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517.  - What can you see?
- My cigarette counter. 
			  
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518.  And nothing's missing? 
			  
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519.  No. 
			  
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520.  Make an effort. 
			  
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521.  I don't get it! 
			  
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522.  I'll leave you to think about it. Good night. 
			  
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523.  Good morning. 
			  
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524.  Letter Arrives 30 Years Late. 
			  
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525.  A mailbag found by climbers
on a glacier on Mont Blanc was part of a cargo 
			  
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526.  lost in a plane crash in the late 1960s. 
			  
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527.  So sad! A young, pretty princess for once. 
			  
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528.  Would it be less sad if she were old and ugly? 
			  
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529.  Of course. Look at Mother Teresa. 
			  
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530.  Is he still chasing Gina? 
			  
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531.  No, he's after somebody else now. 
			  
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532.  - Anyone I know?
- Yes. 
			  
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533.  Funny about this glacier. 
			  
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534.  Somebody at The Two Windmills? 
			  
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535.  Not you, surely! 
			  
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536.  No. 
			  
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537.  Not Suzanne. 
			  
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538.  Surely not! 
			  
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539.  Yes. 
			  
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540.  - Look. There he is again.
- How strange. 
			  
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541.  - And here.
- Him again. 
			  
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542.  "Gare de Lyon." 
			  
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543.  And here. 
			  
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544.  "March 5th, Austerlitz." 
			  
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545.  Always the same blank expression. 
			  
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546.  Twelve times. 
			  
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547.  I counted. 
			  
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548.  It's very odd. 
			  
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549.  Why keep taking your picture all over town
only to throw them away? 
			  
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550.  Good ones, too. 
			  
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551.  It's like a sort of ritual. 
			  
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552.  Maybe he's so terrified 
			  
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553.  of growing old, it's his only consolation. 
			  
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554.  He's dead. 
			  
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555.  Dead? 
			  
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556.  Yes. He's scared of being forgotten. 
			  
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557.  So he uses the photo booths
to remind people what he looks like. 
			  
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558.  Like faxing his portrait from the afterlife. 
			  
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559.  A dead man who's scared of being forgotten. 
			  
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560.  At least these guys here have made it. 
			  
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561.  They're long dead, 
			  
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562.  but they'll never be forgotten. 
			  
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563.  - The girl with the glass...
- Yes. 
			  
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564.  Maybe she's distracted
because she's thinking about someone. 
			  
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565.  Somebody in the picture? 
			  
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566.  No. 
			  
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567.  More likely a boy she saw somewhere, 
			  
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568.  and felt an affinity with. 
			  
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569.  You mean, she'd rather imagine herself
relating to someone who's absent 
			  
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570.  than build relationships with those around her? 
			  
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571.  No. 
			  
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572.  Maybe she tries hard
to fix other people's messy lives. 
			  
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573.  What about her? 
			  
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574.  And her own messy life? 
			  
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575.  Who'll fix that? 
			  
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576.  It's better to help people than a garden gnome. 
			  
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577.  The driver had 2.8g of alcohol in his blood! 
			  
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578.  Makes me sick! 
			  
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579.  Talk about employing irresponsible morons! 
			  
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580.  Mr. Collignon. 
			  
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581.  - You forgot your keys...
- Hold on, Amélie-mellow. Speed kills. 
			  
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582.  Model yourself on Lucien. 
			  
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583.  No radar will ever catch him
while he's working, will it? 
			  
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584.  You shouldn't do that, Mr. Collignon. 
			  
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585.  It's not his fault. 
			  
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586.  True, Mrs. Cauchoix! 
			  
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587.  It's not his fault he can't sleep. It's Lady Di's. 
			  
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588.  Guess what I found in the truck.
A lingerie catalogue. 
			  
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589.  He'd pasted Lady Di's face over the model's. 
			  
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590.  What today? Five asparagus, 
			  
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591.  or more local history? 
			  
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592.  Nothing. 
			  
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593.  Thank you. 
			  
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594.  The migraine seems to be better. 
			  
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595.  Yes, but my sciatica kept me awake all night. 
			  
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596.  - It's ages since I saw you looking so good.
- Really? 
			  
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597.  A woman without love
withers like a flower without sun. 
			  
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598.  Strange weather today. 
			  
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599.  What's so funny? 
			  
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600.  Everyone who's come in today
has given us a weather report. 
			  
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601.  We pass the time of day
to forget how time passes. 
			  
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602.  We do it to keep us from talking crap. 
			  
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603.  I write crap but nobody wants to publish it. 
			  
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604.  - Another rejection?
- My thirtieth. 
			  
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605.  Isn't your cousin a book critic? 
			  
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606.  Forget it! Critics are like leeches 
			  
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607.  sucking the blood of writers. 
			  
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608.  Is your book a love story? 
			  
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609.  No, it's about a guy who keeps a journal. 
			  
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610.  Not about what's happened to him, 
			  
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611.  but disasters that might happen in the future. 
			  
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612.  - So he gets depressed and does nothing.
- So basically, it's about a loafer. 
			  
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613.  Suzanne, 
			  
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614.  I'll dedicate the manuscript to you. 
			  
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615.  He's only doing it so you'll write off his tab! 
			  
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616.  His scribbles for my nibbles.
That's sponsorship. 
			  
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617.  What took you so long? 
			  
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618.  Look at the time! 
			  
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619.  Somebody peed in his mother! 
			  
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620.  Without you, today's emotions
would be the scurf of yesterday's. 
			  
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621.  "Without you,
today's emotions would be the scurf 
			  
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622.  of yesterday's." 
			  
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623.  Sorry? 
			  
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624.  Without you, today's emotions
would be the scurf of yesterday's. 
			  
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625.  Tickets, please. 
			  
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626.  How's work? 
			  
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627.  - You've already asked me that.
- Yes. Yes. 
			  
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628.  You're keeping well? 
			  
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629.  Pretty much. 
			  
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630.  I feel a change. 
			  
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631.  I had two heart attacks
and had to have an abortion 
			  
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632.  because I did crack while I was pregnant. 
			  
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633.  Other than that, I'm fine. 
			  
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634.  Good. 
			  
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635.  Good. 
			  
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636.  Is something wrong? 
			  
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637.  No, nothing. 
			  
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638.  Your garden gnome's gone. 
			  
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639.  Is he back in the tool shed? 
			  
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640.  Moscow. 
			  
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641.  There. 
			  
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642.  No explanation. 
			  
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643.  Maybe he just wanted to see the world. 
			  
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644.  I can't understand it. 
			  
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645.  I can't understand it. 
			  
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646.  Any normal girl
would call the number straightaway, 
			  
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647.  meet him at a café to return the album. 
			  
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648.  Then she would know if her dream was viable. 
			  
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649.  It's called a reality check,
but it's the last thing Amélie wants. 
			  
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650.  I say! 
			  
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651.  She's not falling in love, is she? 
			  
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652.  and 30 makes 50.
- Thanks, Lucien. 
			  
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653.  Yes, ladies? 
			  
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654.  - A pound of leeks.
- Two artichokes. 
			  
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655.  OK. 
			  
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656.  - Where's the boss?
- Shh! He's sleeping in the cauliflowers. 
			  
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657.  What? 
			  
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658.  He's sleeping in the cauliflowers. 
			  
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659.  Oh, right. 
			  
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660.  You want me... want what? 
			  
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661.  A scratch card, please. 
			  
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662.  How does it work? 
			  
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663.  Tell you what. 
			  
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664.  I'll take one too, and we'll do this together. 
			  
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665.  You scratch it here... 
			  
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666.  sideways. 
			  
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667.  Nothing. You? 
			  
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668.  No, me neither. 
			  
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669.  Unlucky at cards... 
			  
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670.  So they say! 
			  
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671.  I have to get back. 
			  
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672.  OK. See you. 
			  
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673.  Porno Video Palace. 
			  
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674.  I'm calling about the ad. 
			  
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675.  - Are you over 18?
- Yes. 
			  
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676.  - Shaved?
- Sorry? 
			  
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677.  Are you shaved? Fur pie doesn't sell. 
			  
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678.  How's life, Mrs. Wells? 
			  
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679.  When you've nothing to live for... 
			  
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680.  - Don't say that. Life's great!
- Sure. Dream on, kid! 
			  
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681.  Hello, Mr. Dufayel. 
			  
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682.  Hello, Lucien. 
			  
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683.  Here's your order, Mr. Dufayel. 
			  
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684.  I doubt it. I hate artichokes. 
			  
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685.  You shouldn't. 
			  
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686.  Watch this. 
			  
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687.  Take it. 
			  
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688.  That's better. 
			  
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689.  Lucien, you're a wizard! 
			  
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690.  All courtesy of Mr. Collignon. 
			  
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691.  Mr. Collignon? Lucien... 
			  
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692.  Sorry, Mr. Dufayel. It just slipped out. 
			  
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693.  Practice, Lucien! 
			  
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694.  Practice! 
			  
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695.  Repeat after me. 
			  
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696.  Collignon, down the john. 
			  
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697.  - Col... Collignon, down the john.
- That's it. 
			  
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698.  Your turn now. Go on. Collignon... 
			  
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699.  Collignon, big moron! 
			  
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700.  See? You can do it when you want to! 
			  
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701.  Collignon, dead and gone! 
			  
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702.  Very good! 
			  
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703.  Collignon... 
			  
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704.  - Collignon, big moron, down the john!
- That's it! 
			  
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705.  OK! That's enough for today. 
			  
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706.  Enough! Enough! 
			  
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707.  Lucien, stop! 
			  
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708.  Very good. 
			  
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709.  Mr. Dufayel, I found this under your mat. 
			  
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710.  Still no win! 
			  
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711.  Me neither. 
			  
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712.  May I? 
			  
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713.  There's a little... 
			  
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714.  You're gorgeous 
			  
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715.  when you blush. 
			  
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716.  Like a wild flower. 
			  
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717.  It's my dyspepsia. 
			  
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718.  Morning, all. 
			  
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719.  Beautiful day. 
			  
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720.  Pack of Gitanes, please. 
			  
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721.  Bravo! Vive la France! You scalded me. 
			  
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722.  Bravo! Ten out of ten! Bull's-eye! 
			  
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723.  It was Amélie. She... 
			  
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724.  Do you know what happened
when they went up Mont Blanc? 
			  
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725.  The silicon in her face froze up. 
			  
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726.  Her face was a festering mass! 
			  
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727.  Mulled wine and ginger biscuits. 
			  
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728.  Thank you. 
			  
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729.  I was too hard the other day
on the girl with the glass. 
			  
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730.  Tell me about that boy she saw.
Did they meet again? 
			  
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731.  No. 
			  
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732.  They're into different things. 
			  
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733.  Luck is like the Tour de France. 
			  
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734.  You wait, and it flashes past you. 
			  
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735.  You have to catch it while you can. 
			  
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736.  Can I help you? 
			  
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737.  Excuse me.
I found this album in the street and I... 
			  
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738.  Nino will be so pleased!
He was so sad the other day. 
			  
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739.  I almost prayed to St Anthony. 
			  
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740.  Is... Nino there? 
			  
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741.  No. On Wednesdays he works at the funfair. 
			  
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742.  How long has he had this collection? 
			  
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743.  Since I got him the job here, last year. 
			  
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744.  Before, he collected footprints.
He worked nights. 
			  
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745.  In the daytime
he took pictures of footprints in wet cement. 
			  
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746.  He's a funny guy. 
			  
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747.  When we met, he was a Santa Claus. 
			  
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748.  Other things like... 
			  
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749.  Whenever he heard a funny laugh, he'd tape it. 
			  
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750.  Really? 
			  
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751.  Must be hard for his girlfriend. 
			  
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752.  He never keeps them long. 
			  
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753.  Times are hard for dreamers. 
			  
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754.  Eva! Where are those coffees? 
			  
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755.  I'd better go. Thanks for the album. 
			  
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756.  It's OK. I've got time to take it to the funfair. 
			  
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757.  Suit yourself. The ghost train.
Ask for Nino Quincampoix, like the street. 
			  
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758.  I'm looking for Nino. Is he here? 
			  
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759.  He doesn't get off till seven. 
			  
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760.  - Is there no way to see him before?
- Sure. 
			  
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761.  20 francs. 
			  
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762.  See you next Wednesday. 
			  
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763.  5pm tomorrow, Montmartre carousel
near the phone box. Bring a 5 franc piece. 
			  
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764.  Want to know about her? 
			  
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765.  - You know her? You saw her?
- You bet. 
			  
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766.  She put us in her shirt pocket. 
			  
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767.  Next to her breast. 
			  
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768.  Is she pretty? 
			  
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769.  Not bad. 
			  
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770.  - Beautiful.
- No, pretty. 
			  
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771.  - Beautiful.
- Pretty. 
			  
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772.  - What does she want from you?
- She's broke. 
			  
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773.  She wants a reward for the album. 
			  
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774.  Or she collects photos, too. 
			  
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775.  She wants to trade us
for a one-eyed man with glasses! 
			  
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776.  No, you dope! 
			  
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777.  She's in love. 
			  
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778.  - I don't even know her.
- Yes, you do. 
			  
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779.  Since when? 
			  
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780.  You've always known her. 
			  
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781.  In your dreams. 
			  
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782.  Hello? 
			  
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783.  Yes. You! Man with the plastic bag! It's for you. 
			  
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784.  - Me?
- Yes. 
			  
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785.  Thank you. 
			  
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786.  Hello? 
			  
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787.  Follow the blue arrows, Mr. Quincampoix. 
			  
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788.  When the finger's pointing to the sky,
only a fool looks at the finger. 
			  
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789.  Hello? 
			  
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790.  I know the stranger in the pictures. 
			  
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791.  He's a ghost. He's invisible, Mr. Quincampoix. 
			  
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792.  He only appears when the film is developed. 
			  
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793.  When a girl has her photo taken, 
			  
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794.  he goes "Oooh!" in her ear,
while he gently caresses her neck. 
			  
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795.  That's how he got caught, Mr. Quincampoix. 
			  
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796.  Who are you? 
			  
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797.  Page 51. 
			  
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798.  [DO YOU 
			  
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799.  TO MEET ME?] 
			  
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800.  Listen to this. "A boy of six, 
			  
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801.  while his parents sleep, drives off 
			  
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802.  in a pedal car. 
			  
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803.  Found on a motorway
near Münster in Germany, 
			  
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804.  he told the police he wanted to see the stars." 
			  
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805.  Isn't life beautiful, eh? 
			  
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806.  Love. The only bug she hadn't caught! 
			  
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807.  - Nobody's immune.
- At least it gives me a break. 
			  
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808.  Love's a great beautician. 
			  
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809.  What's she like? Tall? Small? Blonde? Dark? 
			  
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810.  Let's say... average height. 
			  
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811.  Not a dwarf or a giraffe. Normal. 
			  
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812.  Pretty, for her type. 
			  
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813.  As for blonde or dark... 
			  
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814.  it's hard to say, but she wasn't a redhead. 
			  
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815.  - Unless...
- Forget it. 
			  
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816.  I do remember she casually asked
if you had a girlfriend. 
			  
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817.  And? 
			  
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818.  I said you weren't interested, right? 
			  
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819.  You didn't! 
			  
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820.  What do you care? You don't even know her. 
			  
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821.  - Exactly. It's the mystery.
- You won't find mystery here. 
			  
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822.  A pound of nectarines, please. 
			  
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823.  These ones here are the prettiest. 
			  
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824.  Trust him. He's an artist! 
			  
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825.  He's been going home every night
with tons of unsold stock. 
			  
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826.  What for? Is he stewing a pig? 
			  
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827.  No, sir! He's studying art! 
			  
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828.  He sells leeks all day long
and paints turnips all night! 
			  
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829.  The boy's a useless vegetable. 
			  
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830.  A good prompter 
			  
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831.  in each cellar window
whispering cutting retorts 
			  
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832.  would mean shy people had the last laugh. 
			  
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833.  At least you'll never be a vegetable. 
			  
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834.  Even artichokes 
			  
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835.  have hearts. 
			  
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836.  You'll never be a vegetable.
Even artichokes have hearts! 
			  
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837.  Memory seven. 
			  
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838.  Darling Mado,
I miss you more and more each day. 
			  
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839.  I'm an exile in a world of dreary khaki. 
			  
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840.  I can't sleep, can't eat... 
			  
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841.  This camp was the biggest mistake of my life, 
			  
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842.  depriving me of my beloved
for five long weeks. 
			  
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843.  I think of you endlessly. Your Adrien. 
			  
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844.  I turned down my last month's wages
instead of giving notice. 
			  
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845.  I dream of better times ahead. 
			  
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846.  An orange-colored day. Remember, my love? 
			  
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847.  Your ever-loving Adrien. 
			  
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848.  Good news, darling Mado. 
			  
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849.  Soon I'll be able to afford a car 
			  
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850.  and drive home every night. 
			  
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851.  Till then, meet me on Friday and we'll go out. 
			  
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852.  Psychiatric Helpline. 
			  
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853.  Hello? Hello? 
			  
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854.  One hour later at 11 Boulevard St Martin, 
			  
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855.  Amélie walks into a party goods
and costume shop. 
			  
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856.  At the same time,
a man leaves his home at 108 Rue Lecourbe. 
			  
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857.  26 minutes later, Amélie is at the photo booth
at the Gare de l'Est. 
			  
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858.  Simultaneously,
the man in red shoes parks outside. 
			  
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859.  The time is exactly 11:40. 
			  
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860.  At this precise moment, 
			  
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861.  only Amélie has the key
to the riddle of the mystery man. 
			  
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862.  How's it going, Mrs. Wells? 
			  
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863.  It's always better when it's not raining. 
			  
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864.  - This is for you.
- Me? 
			  
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865.  Dear Mrs. Wells,
We recently recovered a mailbag 
			  
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866.  that was lost in a plane crash 
			  
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867.  on October 12th 1969 on Mont Blanc. 
			  
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868.  We are forwarding the enclosed letter
to your address. 
			  
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869.  Please accept our apologies
for the uncustomary delay. 
			  
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870.  Jacques Grosjean, Customer Services. 
			  
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871.  Darling Mado, I'm in exile.
I can't sleep, can't eat. 
			  
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872.  I think of you endlessly. 
			  
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873.  I know I've made
the biggest mistake of my life. 
			  
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874.  I turned down that woman's money. 
			  
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875.  If all goes well,
I'll soon be able to afford a house. 
			  
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876.  I dream of better times ahead 
			  
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877.  when you'll forgive me and join me here 
			  
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878.  one orange-colored day.
Your ever-loving Adrien. 
			  
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879.  Mr. Dufayel, another package for you. 
			  
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880.  Mr. Dufayel, do you know
what happened to the concierge? 
			  
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881.  She got a letter. 
			  
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882.  From her husband. 40 years late. 
			  
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883.  That's a lot, isn't it, Mr. Dufayel? 
			  
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884.  I'm not big on still life, Mr. Dufayel. 
			  
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885.  Then work on your thin layer. 
			  
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886.  Fat over thin. Always! 
			  
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887.  - Mr. Dufayel...
- Yes! 
			  
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888.  The papers said
that there'll soon be a new star. 
			  
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889.  - So you're into stars now?
- I saw it on TV at my mum's, that's why. 
			  
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890.  I don't know if it's true. 
			  
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891.  In America 
			  
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892.  they're going to take all the rich people's ashes, 
			  
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893.  put them in a satellite 
			  
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894.  and shoot it into space. 
			  
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895.  The satellite's going to shine forever. 
			  
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896.  And Lady Di... 
			  
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897.  Will they do the same for her? 
			  
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898.  Lady Di, Lady Di! 
			  
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899.  Give it a rest! 
			  
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900.  I can't concentrate. 
			  
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901.  Lady Di! 
			  
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902.  Lady Di! 
			  
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903.  Renoir. 
			  
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904.  Morning, sir. 
			  
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905.  Cambodia. 
			  
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906.  I don't understand. 
			  
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907.  Brilliant! You couldn't have done better. 
			  
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908.  - Did it work?
- It's getting there. 
			  
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909.  Ask me again any time. The harm's done. 
			  
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910.  - What do you mean?
- Everybody calls me Snow White! 
			  
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911.  - Eva?
- Yes? 
			  
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912.  Could you stand in for me at four? 
			  
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913.  Again? 
			  
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914.  Close the door! 
			  
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915.  What's up with him? 
			  
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916.  Is he sulking? 
			  
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917.  - He thinks I smile too much.
- He'd rather you frowned? 
			  
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918.  With other men, yes. 
			  
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919.  Nino is late. Amélie can only think
of two possible explanations. 
			  
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920.  Firstly, that he didn't find the photo. 
			  
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921.  Secondly, before he could assemble it, 
			  
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922.  a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. 
			  
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923.  The cops gave chase. 
			  
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924.  They got away, 
			  
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925.  but he caused a crash. 
			  
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926.  When he came to, 
			  
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927.  he'd lost his memory, 
			  
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928.  An ex-con picked him up, 
			  
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929.  mistook him for a fugitive,
and shipped him to Istanbul. 
			  
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930.  He met some Afghan raiders, 
			  
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931.  who took him to steal
some Russian warheads. 
			  
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932.  But their truck hit a mine
at the border with Tajikistan. 
			  
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933.  He survived, took to the hills,
and became a Mujaheddin. 
			  
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934.  Amélie refuses to get upset for a guy 
			  
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935.  who'll eat borscht all his life
in a hat like a tea cosy. 
			  
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936.  - What can I get you?
- A coffee, please. 
			  
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937.  A coffee. 
			  
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938.  Here's your coffee. 
			  
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939.  Thank you. 
			  
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940.  He's understood. 
			  
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941.  He's going to put his teaspoon down, 
			  
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942.  dip his finger in the sugar, 
			  
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943.  turn around slowly, 
			  
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944.  and speak to me. 
			  
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945.  Excuse me. 
			  
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946.  Is this you? 
			  
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947.  Yes, it's you. 
			  
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948.  I'll take that. 
			  
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949.  Another coffee? 
			  
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950.  - No, thanks. I'm fine.
- OK. 
			  
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951.  So it's this man here,
the one with his hand up? 
			  
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952.  Yes. 
			  
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953.  Is she in love with him? 
			  
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954.  Yes. 
			  
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955.  I think it's time she took a real risk. 
			  
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956.  She might just do that.
She's devising a stratagem. 
			  
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957.  She's fond of stratagems. 
			  
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958.  Yes. 
			  
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959.  In fact, she's cowardly. 
			  
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960.  That's why I can't capture her look. 
			  
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961.  Dufayel's attempts to meddle are intolerable! 
			  
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962.  If Amélie chooses to live in a dream 
			  
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963.  and remain an introverted young woman, 
			  
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964.  she has an absolute right to mess up her life! 
			  
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965.  What are you doing, Mr. Dufayel? 
			  
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966.  Tell me, Lucien. 
			  
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967.  For deliveries,
do you keep keys to all the apartments? 
			  
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968.  One of your booths is out of order. 
			  
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969.  It seems to be jammed. 
			  
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970.  Gare de l'Est ticket hall. 
			  
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971.  - Buy a video, get one free.
- No, thanks. 
			  
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972.  Sam? 
			  
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973.  Samantha? 
			  
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974.  Samantha? 
			  
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975.  Can you stand in for me at... 
			  
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976.  Photo booth, Gare de l'Est ticket hall,
Tuesday 5pm. 
			  
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977.  Almost done. 
			  
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978.  The mystery man wasn't a ghost
or a man scared of ageing, 
			  
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979.  but simply the repairman, 
			  
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980.  a normal guy doing his job. 
			  
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981.  Sorry. 
			  
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982.  He keeps spying on me!
It's making me sick. 
			  
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983.  4:05: Blatant female conspiracy. 
			  
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984.  Gosh, you're tense, Georgette! 
			  
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985.  Good luck. You'll need it. 
			  
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986.  Excuse me. Did you put this in my pocket? 
			  
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987.  - Yes, but I'm not the one...
- I know. Where is she? 
			  
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988.  She's at her father's. 
			  
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989.  It's awkward. I'd like to speak to you, but...
I finish work at six. 
			  
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990.  - Can you come back?
- OK. 
			  
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991.  See you later. 
			  
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992.  4:08: Docking scheduled. 
			  
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993.  The blond guy in a camel coat.
He's very absent-minded, too. 
			  
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994.  How come? 
			  
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995.  He came back three times the same afternoon. 
			  
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996.  1:12: 
			  
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997.  Camel coat. 
			  
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998.  2:50: 
			  
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999.  Camel coat. 
			  
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1000.  - 4:17: Camel coat.
- Stop it! 
			  
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1001.  My rash has come back! Look, Suzanne! 
			  
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1002.  My rash is back. He's driving me nuts. 
			  
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1003.  Lay off! 
			  
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1004.  If she had a clear conscience,
she wouldn't be in such a state. 
			  
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1005.  I've had it. I'm going home. 
			  
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1006.  Psychos are the last straw! 
			  
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1007.  Georgette! Georg... 
			  
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1008.  Stop smothering them!
Women need to breathe. 
			  
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1009.  You let them breathe,
they want a change of air. 
			  
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1010.  Fresh air's healthy. 
			  
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1011.  Shut it, failure! 
			  
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1012.  Failed writer, failed life... 
			  
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1013.  I love the word "fail". 
			  
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1014.  Failure is human destiny. 
			  
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1015.  It's gasbag time! 
			  
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1016.  Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, 
			  
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1017.  a long rehearsal for a show that will never play. 
			  
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1018.  I bet he stole that. 
			  
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1019.  I do have some original ideas, 
			  
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1020.  but people always steal them.
A bit like your women. 
			  
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1021.  Meaning? 
			  
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1022.  Meaning you'd better get used to it. 
			  
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1023.  Speak for yourself, you... 
			  
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1024.  What? 
			  
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1025.  - What's going on?
- Nothing much. Georgette went out. 
			  
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1026.  Joseph got mad. 
			  
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1027.  "Went out?" 
			  
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1028.  Just like Gina. You know who's she's with?
The guy with the plastic bag. 
			  
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1029.  I saw their little game. 
			  
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1030.  The note in the coat pocket, 
			  
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1031.  4:08. 
			  
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1032.  Back he comes, and hey presto!
Out they go. 
			  
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1033.  - I'm worried for Amélie because I like you.
- What do you mean? 
			  
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1034.  By and large, the men I like
are mentally unsound. 
			  
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1035.  - I'd like to know more about you.
- Ask me questions. 
			  
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1036.  One swallow doesn't make...? 
			  
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1037.  A swallow? 
			  
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1038.  A summer. 
			  
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1039.  And clothes...? 
			  
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1040.  The man. 
			  
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1041.  - A good cat deserves...?
- A rat. 
			  
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1042.  - Patience...?
- Is a virtue. 
			  
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1043.  - Rolling stone...?
- Gathers no moss. 
			  
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1044.  - It's a sin...?
- To steal a pin. 
			  
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1045.  Absence makes...? 
			  
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1046.  The heart grow fonder. 
			  
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1047.  - Not bad.
- You collect them? 
			  
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1048.  In my family, we say a man
who knows his proverbs can't be all bad. 
			  
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1049.  Pretty girl from the 5th floor, listen to this! 
			  
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1050.  - Do you believe in miracles?
- Not today. 
			  
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1051.  You're in for a surprise. 
			  
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1052.  What if I told you that a team of climbers 
			  
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1053.  on Mont Blanc had found 
			  
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1054.  hard proof that my husband loved me? 
			  
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1055.  Lucien, I need some yeast. 
			  
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1056.  For Miss Amélie?
She's baking her famous plum cake? 
			  
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1057.  Collignon! Go and get the yeast. 
			  
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1058.  Amélie? 
			  
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1059.  Amélie? 
			  
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1060.  Amélie? 
			  
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1061.  Go into the bedroom, Miss Poulain. 
			  
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1062.  So, little Amélie, 
			  
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1063.  your bones aren't made of glass. 
			  
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1064.  You can take life's knocks. 
			  
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1065.  If you let this chance go by, 
			  
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1066.  eventually your heart will become 
			  
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1067.  as dry and brittle as my skeleton. 
			  
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1068.  So... 
			  
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1069.  Go and get him, for pete's sake! 
			  
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1070.  International airport. 
			  
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1071.  September 28th 1997. It is exactly 11am. 
			  
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1072.  At the funfair, near the ghost train, 
			  
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1073.  the marshmallow twister is twisting. 
			  
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1074.  Meanwhile, on a bench in Villette Square, 
			  
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1075.  Félix Lerbier learns there are more links
in his brain than atoms in the universe. 
			  
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1076.  Meanwhile, 
			  
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1077.  at the Sacré Cœur,
the nuns are practicing their backhand. 
			  
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1078.  The temperature is 24°C, 
			  
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1079.  humidity 70%, 
			  
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1080.  atmospheric pressure 999 millibars. 
			  
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