Mathieu:
School kills them.
Marguerite:
You went to school. And I did. And Marcel. We're no worse for it. It can't go on. I pay taxes for schools and then I pay you too. Do you want to see the books? Come and see them. We can't grow vegetables and support your school too.
Mathieu:
Fuck the books. Are carrots more to you than your kids?
Marguerite:
The kids will manage.
Marcel:
You just make them and they manage.
Mathieu:
So do pigs. Are you pigs?
Marguerite:
Pigs or not, Tomorrow they go to school. Not yours. The other school. And you get back to work. I'm not paying you for not working.
Mathieu:
Out of the question.
Marguerite:
I've decided.
Mathieu:
Not for me. I'll do something else.
Marguerite:
Suit yourself. Tell me tomorrow.
Mathieu:
I'm telling you now. Send them to the slaughterhouse. I'm keeping my pad, comrade-proprietor. For Jonah.
Marguerite:
Keep it if you want. For Jonah. And fuck you.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 09:38