Le narrateur:
Franz is wondering if the world is a dream or a dream the world.
Le narrateur:
A few clues for latecomers: Several weeks ago... A pile of money... An English class... A house by the river... A romantic young girl...
Le narrateur:
We now might open a parenthesis on Odile's, Franz's and Arthur's feelings... but it's all pretty clear. So we close our parenthesis and let the images speak.
Le narrateur:
What's that big building? asked Odile. The Louvre. The whitewash is great, she said. That guy deserves a medal.
Le narrateur:
Arthur said they'd wait for night to do the job, out of respect for second-rate thrillers. How do we kill all that time? asked Odile. Franz had read about an American who'd done the Louvre in nine minutes 45 seconds. They'd do better.
[
Running through the Louvre]
Le narrateur:
Arthur, Franz and Odile beat Jimmy Johnson by two seconds.
Le narrateur:
My story ends here like a dime novel. At a superb moment, when everything is going right. Our next episode, this time in Cinemascope and Technicolor: Odile and Franz in the tropics.
Odile:
All that is new is, by that fact, automatically traditional.
English Teacher:
Today no need to know how to ask for directions or a room with a bath; today we must know how to spell 'Thomas Hardy'.
Franz:
A minute of silence can last a long time... a whole eternity.
Franz:
I'm loopy the lup, the good wolf.
Arthur:
The situation couldn't be clearer. But what's not clear is the part I'll be playing.
Odile:
No, he doesn't come to English class anymore. He says England is done for. He's learning Chinese.
Madame Victoria:
I hope you go to class and not to the movies.
Odile:
I hate movies.
Arthur:
In ten minutes, downstairs, in the car.
Odile:
How do you know I'm coming?
Arthur:
Now, in nine minutes 56 seconds.
Franz:
Sometimes, if you don't hide stuff, nobody notices. I read that in an American book.
Franz:
[
Reading the newspaper to Arthur] She treated me like a butler, said the lumberjack, husband of the vanished countess. The police think it's murder, but Roger says 'It's an elopement.' Futile search in bedroom slippers.
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