You
You
You
Are we in cheese for the monsieur?
My name is Lee. I'm asking you for your price.
For you, it will be even more delicious. It will be very good.
Your thing is shitting.
It's not a reason. All French people don't shittles.
I swear. All French people shittles.
You don't shittle even though I am an Eder.
I don't shittle even though I am not French.
It's just a chain.
Michel Morgan doesn't shittle.
That's because you were never wrong.
The French people shittles.
The French people shittles their country shittles.
Their berries, their baguettes, their cheese.
Their tour Eiffel shittles.
You can't do that, my dad.
Do you have a French family or what?
In any case, it's him who has a good tongue.
How long has it been now?
About twenty hours.
Damn, time flies fast.
We're going to get angry, aren't we?
You maybe.
Sorry?
Damn, but...
That's the best. Seriously, did I have the choice?
We always have the choice, my little one.
You had to hold on to it.
I need to drink this fucking water to stay alive.
And drink some water, one of which is necessarily spicy.
I was about to eat your cutlery, which is salty and bitter at high speed.
And what's the most important thing?
Is she going to let you live in a pool?
Are you watching Hans Loréol?
Hans Loréol?
Yeah, him.
Why do you call him Hans Loréol?
Fuck, you don't know Hans Loréol?
Fuck, Hans Loréol, what?
Have you ever seen the famous Lugaroo DSS?
Fuck, young people.
They have no culture anymore.
The Lugaroo DSS women are a TV series.
Do you see what it is?
Yes.
Well, in this series, there is a madman.
A Nazi who wants to create a army of Lugaroo women for the third Reich.
And this madman is called Hans.
And he is so busy dealing with the DNA of these fucking Soloncans
that they never wash themselves.
And he always has huge horrors under his arms.
We are sure of it. Hans Loréol.
Hans Loréol, he stinks like him.
My asshole, you didn't miss it.
You didn't miss it.
You didn't miss it.
You didn't miss it.
You didn't miss it.
You didn't miss it.
If you move, I'll shoot you.
I'll shoot you.
If you had been here, it wouldn't have happened.
It was good that someone was looking for the bathrobe.
And now, he's making fun of it because of your bullshit.
It's been ten years since he died.
Fuck.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Hey, it's not me.
Are you kidding me?
If it's not me, it's you.
I could say the same thing.
But it's Hans.
He's still alive.
Oh fuck.
What are we doing now?
What are we doing?
We're going to get rid of this fucking bathrobe before the banquet becomes his only one.
My god, I really suck at this shit.
And I can assure you that he's not French.
We have to open all the doors.
We have to make sure that this dirty smell disappears.
Fuck, he's dead.
It's disgusting. It's disgusting.
And shit.
Exactly. A shit.
That's what it is. A shit.
Fuck.
Fuck, my god.
We have to put Hans Laurel back in the bathrobe.
We don't have time.
Let's say he had a suitcase.
Give it to me, give it to me.
There was a knife.
I'm going to make him out of the wind.
You had a problem with your friend, right?
The gas.
Your friend is dead, isn't he?
No.
He just took a hot shot.
You know, I'm a Marine at the retreat.
And now I'm coming back from Vietnam.
And I'm at the Nha Kueh,
which is in America, in Bride,
when they shoot this shit,
they're all dead.
Stop making us feel bad.
Get out of the way.
Get out.
Come on, guys.
I just want to take care of your friend.
I think the only person who can take care of him
is wearing a green blouse,
plastic gloves,
and a mask on the shirt.
And not to go to the carnival
if you know what I mean.
What's this shit in your chest?
I'm happy to have met you, guys.
What's this shit in your chest?
It's nothing.
You know.
What's this shit in your chest?
Vietnam, I've seen hundreds of flames like this.
Shit.
Did you kill her?
I think so.
Did you really kill her?
Now we're equal.
Bullshit.
In Maccabees, it wasn't enough.
We had to put a second one on our arms.
That's what the Papinixon used to remember
all the Marines from Sheleniac to track us down.
In case you didn't notice,
it's not enough to understand these things.
And wait.
Maybe there's one more in the chest.
So?
So it's not Maccabees.
Not yet.
You got it?
I don't understand what you're saying to me.
You didn't see I had my hands tied up in the back?
You're all fucked up.
Hey!
Wait for me to get you out of here!
Let me go!
Let me untie your hands!
We're really going to get fucked up.
Yeah.
I agree with you.
We were supposed to get rid of Hans-Loriol in life.
No.
He's really not going to be happy.
When he talks about the wolf,
he's going to get fucked up.
Ah!
What the...
Were you supposed to get back together with him 3 and
Uncle Gignol would drive you out?
You didn't want to catch him, did you?
You don't know him?
Yes, we caught him.
But let's say he's not in the state in which we were supposed to deliver him.
You wanted to break a leg, didn't you?
No, we broke something else.
Oh no, guys, you're out of your mind.
It was done before, now we've got them...
No, no, no, no, we didn't break the...
No, we broke his brain.
Shit.
Is he dead?
Well, yes.
Good, good.
It doesn't matter, I'll take him anyway.
I'll arrange you with the boss.
Bring him while I'm looking for the good relief.
What are you looking for?
The good relief.
A good relief?
For a macabre?
Do you think I'm UPS or what?
You know, even at the mafia,
there are lackeys administrations to piss you off.
Oh, fuck.
You're already looking for another one?
No, it's just a guy who made me shit, you know.
Put him on the ground.
We just had to sign here.
On the other hand, I thought he was dead and that I was cursing your son.
Is he French?
Listen, we have a little service to ask you.
We have a second macabre over there.
It's a guy who made us shit, like yours.
And we all have to kill him, that's all it's worth.
The question is, can you take him with you?
Because we don't know what to do with him.
No, no, I'm sorry, I don't know your macabre.
And besides, I won't let the strangers in my bathroom
Why? You already have a corpse that you're not supposed to have?
A plus, a minus?
No, but the guy I'm not supposed to have is a guy who pissed my wife off.
So I don't know him as my wife knew him, but I know him a little anyway.
But he wouldn't laugh at us, would he?
We don't care that you're cocky.
What we want is for you to get rid of Dr. Loos,
who's over there, trying to get into the grass.
Hey, guys, slowly, I don't appreciate it at all when you say I'm cocky.
Are you kidding me?
You're taking the fuck out of me?
He's sleeping with a bat in his head.
I told you I can't take it, stop messing with me.
Okay, now calm down.
We only need to get Dr. Loos, who's over there.
He'll only get into your chest.
Keep pissing me off, and it's not one, but three corpses that I'm going to carry.
So when there's one, it's pissing you off, but when there's three, there's no problem.
Ah, so it's your turn to start.
Make one last prayer before I send you back to find Enceloriole in hell.
Fuck, you see, he knows Enceloriole.
He's got a fucking face, he's looking at this kind of series.
But are you going to shut him up?
Yeah.
Fuck, but the women in the SS are the only ones who piss me off.
So you're trying to piss me off?
Fuck, but you're pissing me off with your shitty references.
So it's everyone's fault, and you know what my references tell you?
I don't say much today, you see.
Shut the fuck up, I'm telling you.
Shut the fuck up.
More, Tony.
Fuck, but he was going to kill you.
Do you know that we had to deliver to a living man?
And instead of that, we have four guys on our arms,
and one of them, we don't even know where he came from.
Come on, come on!
I'm going to get the fuck out of this shit,
and throw you in the trunk.
You just threw the body in the toothbrush
and put the car somewhere.
It's not going too far, I remind you,
that you're on your feet.
During this time,
I'm cleaning up the task that father Schultz left us,
and I'm going to take care of the car.
Please, light the whip.
Shit, you're not doing as well as I was.
Fellas
In fact there's nothing in this direction,
you had to go on the other side a while ago.
And it's me who's going to finish you off!
Hey, I India
you haven't eaten since yesterday.
I've gone to French sandwich, great.
Well, I'm sure
you'll be embarrassed to say the same thing.
And when you're gonna have lunch and finish you off
you're gonna run of bullets on me too?!
They're the people who make us shit.
You don't have to worry, I don't want to poison you.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, let's eat.
Here you go.
Of course.
Yes.
I hope we'll see each other again.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
