Juste Leblanc:
[leaving a voicemail]
Pierre, it's Juste. I wondered about the Belgian weirdo, then realized you're looking for your wife. Ask me yourself, without the accent. Bye.
Pierre Brochant:
[picking up]
Juste? It's me. Where is she?
Juste Leblanc:
I've waited two years for this. But I feel sorry for you.
Pierre Brochant:
Don't. Just tell me if she's with you.
Juste Leblanc:
She called to say she'd left you. She was very upset.
Pierre Brochant:
Did she say where she was going?
Juste Leblanc:
No.
Pierre Brochant:
Where could she be?
Juste Leblanc:
[laughing]
It's painful, huh?
Pierre Brochant:
You know exactly how I feel. But I've got a bad back, too!
Juste Leblanc:
No kidding?
Pierre Brochant:
You'd laugh if you saw me; bent over, unable to move.
Juste Leblanc:
You want me to stop by?
Pierre Brochant:
Thanks, but I'd rather be alone. Thanks again. Juste? You don't have to, but if she calls you again...
Juste Leblanc:
I'll call you, I promise.
Pierre Brochant:
Thanks. I don't deserve a friend like you.
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