Gabrielle (2013)

[bunniefuu]

Hey, Fred Astaire.
Take a seat.

This isn't
'Dancing with the Stars'.

Girls, here's your note.

- It's frizzy.
- Like a poodle.

You here for a perm or to sing?

Gabrielle, your bracelets.

All together.
Ladies...

, ...

I took off.

On Quebecair, Transworld,
Northern, Eastern, Western...

You're singing from your head.

Remember to breathe.
Loosen your diaphragm.

The clap is too soft. Keep it sharp.
Together now, , ...

Good. When you sing,
don't forget to listen.

From the top.

I'm taking off.

- Geneviève?
- Tired...

She should stay home.
Stay home if you're so tired.

Philippe!

Do you want to do the show?

Yes!

With Charlebois?
For sure!

Will he really sing with us?

Of course!

He hasn't practiced.

He's a pro, it's his job.

How'll he manage?

Tired.

Gab, c'mere.
We'll sing the desert song.

Everybody up!
Geneviève, Philippe, get up.

, , , ...

Anthony...

Good.
Daniel.

Everybody.

- Laurent?
- Yeah.

Out of the way, Mozart.

What's up, Gaby?

I need some panties, please.

Corning in.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Let's check your blood sugar.

Can you buy me tampons?
I want to try them swimming.

Tampons?

Tampons?

It's alright,
I'll do it myself.

Michael, you can see the bathroom's
busy. Use the other one.

- My beard...
- We'll shave later.

- Later, later, Laurent.
- Bye, dude.

Let me help.
It's upside down.

Give it to me, Gaby.

I can do it myself!

Philippe, change places with Martin.

Anthony, you change too.

Good, Michael.
Make them wolves howl.

Daniel, Simon, change places.

- My leg hurts.
- Singing will make it better.

Here we go.

The trees bend.

It is stronger,
stronger than all.

Hanging from the branches.

The air seems softer still.

In the trampled grass.

Counting my regrets.

The crack of a match.

And everything
goes up in smoke.

While the fields burn.

I wait for my tears to come.

And when the plains ripple.

Nothing will touch me again.

That night we kissed.

Without saying a word.

And all around us.

The world could
have collapsed.

Rings under my eyes.

Dust in my hair.

Up and down my legs.

The caress of flames.

While the fields burn.

I wait for my tears to come.

And when the plains ripple.

Nothing will touch me again.

My mom.

Hi, Claire!

Bye, Martin.

- Hi, Gabrielle.
- Hello!

Want a lift, Gab?

No, I don't know the way.

- Gaby!
- Martin!

How do you say "hair"?

Bal.

Yup.

"Water"?

Pani.

Just the ends, right?

Just the ends.

I miss Raphaél.

Me too.

He'll be back soon, right?

Martin's going to
love your look.

Martin!

My darling!

Watch out!

You know the place,
except this.

It's new this year, the mezzanine.

And above all

the shower stall, indoors.

A real palace!

That sweet Sao!

We went to his village.
I have to take you.

Two hours by motorcycle,
but another world.

The light. The views.
No electricity or running water.

I told them,
"Keep Sao in school."

They don't see why he needs
to know math or writing.

You should hear him on the sitar.
He's brilliant!

Enough about me.
How are you?

Me, I live in a city with
too much electricity,

too much water, no cows.

I have to wear a helmet
on my scooter.

I quit my job teaching kids
who don't want to go to school,

and my lover's halfway
round the world.

- So join him.
- I need to sublet the apartment.

- And your sister?
- What about her?

Did you tell her?

Gab is in love.

A boyfriend?
Like, kissing and stuff?

Well, yeah, maybe.

That's great. Perfect even.
A guy from the Center?

She says thanks
for the bracelets.

Sophie?

You didn't tell her!

Look, she'll understand.

- Well...
- She will. She'll come around.

She has a boyfriend.
Don't wait, it'll be harder.

I know.

Pack Gabrielle in your suitcase.
With her boyfriend.

- I love you.
- Me too.

Hurry up!
Get over here!

- It's Sophie.
- Yes.

- And Mozart.
- Right, Mozart! Nice doggie, huh?

- Who's this?
- My mom.

- And him?
- He's my dad.

- Your dad.
- Hi, Dad.

It's too small for me.

They're masks like in Venice.

- You went to Italy?
- I'm scared of flying.

- I've never taken a plane.
- Me neither.

This is where I work.

- Pet sh...
- Yeah, the pet shop.

It's a nice card.

We have rabbits, fish, frogs...

The puppies are this big.

They're soft.
So soft.

Mom says she's allergic,
but I don't believe her.

So I have a turtle.

- Not as furry.
- Not as furry!

Take a deep breath.

They're from India.

The green's for when you get married.
It brings good luck.

- They're beautiful.
- I love them.

You're not my brother.

Hi, I'm Michael.
What's your name?

Hi, Michael. I'm Claire.
I met you at the Center.

Of course, I know everything.

Your brother's coming
next week, Michael.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Everything OK?
- Sure.

We watched a film.
But Martin and Gaby...

- Hi, Claire! Things good?
- Fine, and you?

Not another Olympic Stadium, JF?

They don't hear us.
I'm coming in.

That night we kissed...

Martin?

Without speaking.

Get dressed!

- Has it dried?
- Yes.

- It's not a real one.
- No.

Not a real one.

Put on your top, Gabrielle.

It dries faster than henna, right?

Sure.

Henna's for your hair.

Mom puts it in her hair,
but don't touch it 'cause it stains.

- Sorry.
- That's OK.

It's just...

Well...

Do you think...

Do you think they
touched each other?

Goodness!

Gabrielle, did you touch
Martin's p*nis?

No, I didn't touch his p*nis.

- There was no touching.
- It's just...

They're just tattoos.
Harmless.

They're just tattoos.

Lipstick.

Robert Charlebois and
The Muses of Montreal Choir

Gabrielle?

I'm in love with
Robert Charlebois.

No, I'm just kidding!

I'm going to your show
at the Choir Festival.

Thanks, France!

I go every year with my friend.

Robert Charlebois, that's big!

You're going to be stars.
It's great.

Thank you.

Save some for your boyfriend.

Come on.

Thank you.

My lovely daughters.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hello.

- Hi, John.
- Hi, Gaby.

Let's have dinner
before you leave?

Sure, OK.

These are my daughters.
Sophie.

- And Gabrielle.
- It's a pleasure.

I'll introduce you to Mandu.
He's from Bombay.

He knows everyone there.

Great guy.

You're off to India!
The musician.

I'm a teacher.
Gabrielle has the gift.

Perfect pitch, like my dad.

Sophie nearly tore my
leg off on her scooter.

She drives like a madman.

You're exaggerating.

Your husband's
teaching in India?

Yes, but I'm not married.

It's a wonderful project.
They help underprivileged kids.

Will you be teaching music?

In fact, they teach
traditional Indian music,

so I'd teach English.

Indian music is
extremely complex.

It's very difficult to learn.

You should learn to play the sitar.
I love the sitar.

I'm not % sure I'll go,
it's complicated.

It's simple. You have your plane
ticket, a fantastic boyfriend...

sh*t, Mom.
You really did it.

- You didn't tell her?
- I couldn't.

Sorry.
I'll speak to her.

No, I'll do it.
Mom, it's alright.

I'm hungry.
I want to go.

India's not for sure, right?

The bus is late.

It's unreliable.

Here.
Did you get yours, Michael?

Come on, bus.
Let's go!

- Do you have one?
- Yeah, I have mine.

Simon! You're not alone on the bus.
There are other people.

Do you know that Gabrielle
is very, very happy?

Dinosaurs.

How do dinosaurs go to
the bathroom in water?

You're covered in ice cream.
Here, wipe yourself off.

Let's go see the fish.

Hello.

How are you?

Did you see the white one?
It's beautiful.

- It's so beautiful.
- I'd like one.

You're so beautiful!

I know.

Is that a budgie?

No, it's a parrot.

Come here,
you little critter.

Little critter.

Here.

Hello, critter.

That's enough petting.

Careful!

Do you want to feed him?

Here you go.

Great.

Look, these ones are naked.

- They're babies?
- Yeah, they're babies.

- They have no fur.
- No fur.

The dad's over there.

- He's the dad?
- Yup, he's the dad.

He's kept away
because he could eat them,

they're too small.

- He eats his own babies?
- Yeah, he's jealous.

That's the way hamsters are.
They're jealous.

And you can't touch the babies.
So we don't wash this cage.

If the babies smell of humans,
the mom can't recognize them.

Even worse,
she might eat them.

I'm glad my mom didn't eat me.

You're so funny.

Laurent!

Yeah, I heard.

Arm by his side so
we can turn him over.

We'll lift his legs.

We'll let him be a bit.

Make sure he can breathe.

You alright, JF?

- You OK?
- You OK, JF?

Can you hear us?
Try to open your eyes.

Great, that's it.

Hi, are you OK?

Where were you?

Let's sit you up.

- Did you take your pills?
- He doesn't like them.

I see...
, , , up!

Sit down.

- Good helmet.
- You can say that again.

Not another bird house?

Sure!

- Hey, Lolita.
- No one is sweeter...

Let's dance the samba.

My name is Lolita.

I love to dance the samba.

She will only dance with me,
Other men she sees and flees.

I want to say
I love you, I do!

I want to say
I love you, it's true!

When you love me I feel as happy
As the sun setting in the sea.

Like a square spinning,
a line breaking.

A spider cozy in it's web, yes!

I want to say
I love you, I do!

I want to say
I love you, I do!

I want to say
I love you, it's true!

Tantalizing adventuress,
your heart so fearless.

I am broken on the reefs of
shattered dreams and hopeless loves.

A fallen angel.

My lovely castaway,
my ship has sunk.

Will you sail with me
around the world for a last kiss?

Let's go!

Gabrielle, Martin, this isn't the place.
You know that.

Martin, your mom's here.

Manu, don't tell Mom, OK?

Come on.

You know, we can't accept
sexual behavior at the Center.

The rules are strict.

Given the libido of
some of our clients,

we couldn't control it.

But Emmanuelle, Martin isn't...
His libido isn't...

No, not Gabrielle and Martin.

But since it's the first time,

I have to inform their guardians to
make sure the message gets through.

This is a public place.

It's not up to me,

but Martin is welcome
whenever he wants.

They can enjoy privacy
in Gabrielle's room.

Michael doesn't knock first.

We'll speak to Michael.

- It's happening too fast.
- It always does.

My Martin has always
been an obedient boy.

He's never done this before.

Maybe it's time.

- Martin has never made love.
- Mom!

- Neither has Gabrielle.
- That's right.

Do you need a class,
or can you learn on your own?

Do we have to
go into detail?

And shouldn't Gabrielle's mother
be here for the discussion?

We can't wait till
Gab's pregnant.

Really!
That's all we need!

Claire, Gabrielle knows
about condoms.

Hasn't she been sterilized?

I mean, it's just...

Isn't that what they do?

Why would she be?
Has Martin had a vasectomy?

He can't get pregnant.

And Martin is more autonomous.

But not independent! His mom
will decide when he can have sex.

- Sophie.
- No, really.

I'm a good mother.
I won't be insulted like that.

I'm sorry.
It's not an insult.

But they're in love.
Everyone has a right to be loved.

You know it's not the
same for people like them.

Come, Martin.
We're leaving.

Claire, wait. We have to talk.
This is about them!

Mom!

Sophie, why don't you
and Raphaél have a baby?

I don't want children.

Don't you love Raphaél?

You don't just make babies.

You have to care for them,
to raise them.

I know.

I love Martin.
I want to have a baby with him.

If it's because you want to
make love, that's not the same.

Martin's not here?

- Gab?
- Bla, bla, bla.

Careful with the mic.

Lighten up. Otherwise
you can't stay in the choir.

Switch places with Marie.

Sing your pain.
Let it out.

Show us who you are.

The words are tricky.

Concentrate on the joy of singing.
The words will follow.

Gab, stand up.

Is Robert Charlebois
going to come?

For sure!

It's not the same
without Martin.

I'm sorry too that
Martin's not here.

You can't sing with
gum in your mouth.

If we forget the words?

Just practice, JF.
Sing here, at home, on the bus...

What do you think the pros do?

They sing on TV!

Very funny, Philippe.

Come on, get up!

Want people to say,
"They're good, for the handicapped"?

Me neither.
You're better than that. Go for it!

They'll say,
"The Muses are amazing!

You have to see their show!"

From the top.

Ordinary is Martin's song.

Ordinary is everybody's.

Come on, girls, get up.

I'm just an ordinary guy.

Sometimes I don't
feel like doing much.

I'd smoke pot, drink beer.

I'd play music
with my pal Pierre.

But I gotta think of my career.

I'm a popular singer.

You want me to be a god.

If you only knew how old I feel.

I can't sleep,
I'm too wound up.

I feel a bit better when I sing.

It's a dangerous trade.

The more you give,
the more people want.

Are you hungry?
Want me to make something?

Onion jam...

There.

Done.

Slide that one over.

They should both
lie flat on the pan.

I think they're done.

Smells good.

Great!

I'm sure Martin would love
your grilled cheese.

I want to live on my own and
make my own decisions like you.

I want to be normal like you.

You know, sweetie,
no one here cooks my meals.

No one does my
shopping or cleaning.

No one drives me around
or manages my schedule.

- And with diabetes...
- What?

I inject myself.
Ask Laurent.

Yes, but if something happened,
you're not alone.

I'm an adult. I want to
make decisions like an adult.

It won't bring back Martin.

I can cook and
I can inject myself.

I can live in my
own apartment too!

You don't understand. An apartment
doesn't come with Martin.

No, you don't understand.

You want to be an autonomous adult?
Then prove it.

I'm off.
I'll be back for lunch, OK?

I left money for milk
on the counter.

Hi, Gab.

Hi.

I should've warned you
about the toaster. I nearly...

Are you crazy?
You have diabetes!

Do you want to die?
What's going on?

Stop. I'm tired of
being told what to do.

That's enough!
sh*t!

There are limits!

I want to see Martin.

You're . You want to
be treated like an adult,

but you act like a -year-old.

It hurts.

Stay there.

You're still in your PJs?

- Hello.
- Hi, Rémi.

Already?

Thanks again for agreeing.

Martin is my star singer.
I can't do without him.

As long as it fits in
with his classes.

I need him for the
group rehearsals.

We have to work on our timing.
It's important.

That will be difficult.

He's started his cabinetmaking
course. It's very demanding.

He's , he needs to get a job.

It's only till the show.

Mom, in a choir you sing in a group.
That includes me.

She's trying to prove herself,
show she's autonomous.

But living in an apartment
on her own isn't realistic.

Yes, but there are shared
supervised apartments.

If you spent time with her
and showed her...

You'll agree she has
a very nice place.

- She's better off at Laurent's.
- Sure, and it's easy on you.

- Excuse me?
- You're off the hook.

- What would you have done?
- Kept her at home.

- You would?
- Yes.

How would she manage
alone at night?

I'm often away or
work evenings.

She's really come into her own,

with her friends,
her work, the choir...

You're just looking for excuses.

Sophie, I don't get you.

You encourage Gaby
to be independent,

but you think she
should live with me.

Gabrielle is an adult.

She has a busier social
life than you or me.

I can't live your life for you.
That's what being a parent is.

You're giving me
Parenting now?

No.

Because I'm not
the ideal parent.

But I was always
there for you.

I can't wait for
you to have kids.

- Gaby will get there first.
- Come on, not Gaby!

Just wait.
She wants a family.

The bus is here!

- Bye, Laurent.
- Bye, JF.

- Bye, Thierry.
- Have a good day.

- Ready for your tests?
- Got your bag?

Lemme see.

Wow! The nurse will
give you a kiss for sure!

C'mon, Michael.

You're not dressed yet?
The bus is here.

I don't want to.
I'm fed up.

You're fed up with the choir?

I want my own apartment.

You want your own apartment?

But Gaby,
that won't bring you love.

Liar!
That's not true.

You have a place,
a boyfriend.

Sophie has a place,
a boyfriend.

My mom has a place and John.

Michael has nothing, JF, nothing.

Marc, Simon, me...
nothing, nothing, nothing.

But you're going to sing with
one of Quebec's greatest singers.

Not me.

That's really something.

And this place here,
it's your place.

It's your home.

AT THE COFFEE,
THAN CHOIR PRACTISE

The pet shop at the mall, please.

I'll tell you where to get off.

The mall.

Madame...

The pet shop.

- Martin's not here?
- No, he doesn't work today.

It's surrounded by
some kind of stone and...

- Hello.
- Hi!

Hi. Thanks for coming.
Say hi, everybody.

- Hi. Are you ready?
- You bet!

- We've been working hard.
- You have?

Introduce yourselves.
Don't be shy, go on.

James-Pierre.
Mylène.

- Geneviève. I'm your idol.
- You are?

Marie.

Alexia.

- Anthony.
- That's everybody.

Here's our prankster.
Careful of his jokes.

- OK, good.
- And Michael in back.

- Hello, Michael.
- Hello.

I've heard lots of your songs
and I really like your music.

- We're a bit nervous.
- You are?

Not me!

- We're ready.
- Let's go!

- Are you strict?
- Pardon?

- Are you strict?
- Very, very strict!

- We were wondering.
- Hi, everybody!

- Hi, I'm Martin.
- I'm Robert.

I know that.
Come on!

- Me, I'm Ordinary.
- Me too!

No, Ordinary is my favorite.

Me too.
That makes two of us.

Shall we give it a try?

- Where's Gabrielle?
- She's not here.

Ready?
, , , ...

I'm just an ordinary guy.

Sometimes I don't feel
like doing much.

I'd smoke pot, drink beer.

I'd play music with
my pal Pierre.

But I gotta think
of my career.

I'm a popular singer.

You want me to be a god.

If you only knew
how old I feel.

I can't sleep,
I'm too wound up.

I feel a bit better
when I sing.

It's a dangerous trade.

The more you give,
the more people want.

I like to sing,
because I want to be heard.

When I scream,
I'm defending myself.

I'd like to make
myself understood.

I'd like to travel
around the world.

Before I'm dead
and in the ground.

See what the rest
of the world's like.

All around me there's w*r.

There's fear,
hunger, misery.

I'd like all of us
to be brothers.

That's why we're
here on Earth.

I'm not a popular singer.

I'm just a very ordinary guy.

Ordinary.

You guys are pros.
Real pros!

You nailed it!

That was just the rehearsal.
It'll be great!

APARTMENT FOR RENT

How much is the
apartment for rent?

Call that number to visit it.

- Gaby!
- Are you OK?

It's cherry.
It's too sweet.

Dammit, Gabrielle!
I've had it, sh*t!

- Sophie, it's not her fault.
- Stop it!

You wanted her to
prove her independence.

It's not my job to look
after her, it's yours.

That's not fair.
I don't run a prison.

OK, you two.
Take it easy.

- Are you her guardians?
- Yes.

Sophie...

I'm so sorry!

You OK?

Gaby's staying here tonight.

It's hitting her harder
than I thought.

- What happened?
- She ran away.

Well, she's years old.

I will delay my departure.

You can't!
Until when?

Are you kidding?

- I'm not thrilled either, but...
- But?

She really needs me.

Yeah, sure.

- What, yeah sure?
- Nothing.

Put yourself in my shoes.
It's not so simple.

Right.

You're scared she
doesn't need you.

Screw you!

She's my sister, I know her
better than anyone, and I love her.

I'm sorry.
Forgive me.

Do you still want to
come here to be with me?

You're afraid
of leaving your sister.

I understand.

If something happens to her
and I'm halfway round the world...

What then?

You'll give up your dreams
because she might have an accident?

I think it's great, everything
you've done for your sister. Really.

But you have to stop
hiding behind her.

She's a big girl.
It's her life.

What do you want?

Anyway, don't do
anything for my sake.

OK?

Never.

I'm going to India, Gab.

You'll miss our concert.

It'll be a damn good show.

Then stay.

Gaby, I love Raphaél
and I want to live with him.

I know.
I know.

I love Martin.
And I want to live with him too.

Hello, could I speak
to Martin Bousquet?

I'm calling from the
carpentry school.

- The cabinetmaking school?
- Uh, yeah.

We're doing a survey on quality.

We're asking students
how to improve our services.

Go ahead, I'm his mother.

It's important we speak
to the students themselves.

I understand.
Just a minute.

It's for you.

Hello, Martin.

We're doing a survey

to see if you're happy
with your classes.

Don't let your mom know.
It's Sophie, Gabrielle's sister.

She's on the line.
Can you talk in private?

Yeah, sure!

I'm by myself.

Hello, Martin?

I wanted to surprise you,

but Sandra said
they were taking inventory.

I'd have gone to your home,
but I don't know where you live.

th Ave.

.

What's an inventory?

They count everything
in the store...

How many bags of dog food,
how many hamster water bottles...

And all the other stuff.

- But I don't work there anymore.
- I know.

Mom doesn't want you to call.

But do you want me to?

Of course. But I don't
want her to ground me.

I don't want...

My sister's going to India

because her boyfriend works there

and she really loves him.

And I'm really sad.

Will you be my boyfriend?

Yes!

Me too! I mean,
your girlfriend.

- Well, bye then.
- OK, bye!

Bye? Didn't you want
to invite him?

I don't want him
to be grounded.

This song's for you, Gabrielle.

To wish you a great show.

Thanks!

I could've driven you, y'know.

Sophie.

Gaby.

- You take care of yourself.
- You too.

Gab, stop, OK?
Stop.

It's OK, I'll be fine.
I'll be fine.

Mom?

Sophie usually
gets her hair done too.

Yes, but you're the star.
You'll be the one on stage.

Just the ends.

Would you like to come to
the symphony some time?

Hi, everybody!

- You're pretty.
- Thanks.

Did you see the stage?

Here we are.
This is our spot.

It's our stage.
We'll be standing here.

Look.
Look at this!

Singing outdoors
is very different.

Your voices don't resonate like inside.
You don't hear yourself.

It's not a closed space.

I'm not used to it either.

I'm as nervous as you are.

Keep some energy for later.
Save your voice.

A present.

The G's for Gabrielle.

I made it.

I made it all.
I... I did everything.

What's this?

This, here, is the Center.

This is the way to your house.
That's your house.

And this here is my house.

Thank you!

You're welcome.

- Do you like it?
- Yes!

Two hot dogs, two fries...

and two like this...
the orange one, please.

I can make grilled cheese
sandwiches.

I love grilled cheese!

With onion jam,
it's my specialty.

My specialty is eating them.

$ . .

Wait, hold on!

And that.

- It's gonna be good.
- Yum yum!

Your change!

Gabrielle?
Martin?

Your attention, please.

Gabrielle Desrochers
and Martin Bousquet,

come to the main stage.

Gabrielle Desrochers,
Martin Bousquet...

the Muses Choir is waiting
for you at the main stage.

He's beautiful!

Doggie, here!

- Miss.
- Thanks!

Seems they went
for hot dogs.

- Well?
- They went for hot dogs.

I love relish!

James. We know where to go.
Let's take our positions.

How are the triplets?
Let's get ready.

James, tell Martin to stand here.

You tell Gabrielle
to stand here.

It's important to
remember your spot.

I told you about your posture,
looking proud, happy...

Nothing's worse than
looking lost onstage.

We're proud to be here.
Right?

I'm real proud. Smile, we're proud,
we're giving our show.

Martin, I'm happy...

Hello, everybody!

Welcome to the Laval
Choir Festival!

Thanks for coming out again
in such huge numbers to hear

our great national
and international stars,

and choirs from
around the world.

Tonight is a very special night.

I have the honor,
the pleasure, the privilege

of introducing the one and
only Robert Charlebois!

Hello, friends.

Tonight I have the privilege

to be accompanied by a group
of exceptional singers. Truly!

Remember this name. The choir
is called The Muses of Montreal!

I know them, but I don't
want to leave anyone out.

Alexia, Geneviève, Marie,

Marie-Josée,
Gabrielle, Martin,

James, Michael,
Jean-Frangois,

Philippe, Daniel, Anthony,

Edon, Mylène, Milène,

Marie-Josée,
Catherine, Meggy,

and our choir master, Rémi.

Self-propelled.

Astro jets, whisper jets,
clipper jets, turbos.

I never made it to Sophie's.

She left on.

Unholy Spirit Airlines.

Without telling me.

So I took off again.

On Quebecair, Transworld,
Northern, Eastern, Western.

And Pan American.

But now I don't know.

Where the heck I am.

And so I went.

South of south, in the
sun red, white and blue.

Frigid palm and coconut trees.

At the pole of
suntanned Eskimos.

Knitting their tuques
on the icy floes.

And again,
my Sophie.

Had just lifted off.

So I departed again.

On Quebecair, Transworld,
Northern, Eastern, Western.

And Pan American.

But now I don't know.

Where the heck I am.

There was even a company.

A company that
hired pigeons.

Carrier pigeons
to carry us along.

Sitting cross-kneed.

You know they
can carry disease.

So I took off again.

On Quebecair, Transworld,
Northern, Eastern, Western.

And Pan American.

But now I have
no idea at all.

Where the heck I am.

My Sophie.

My Sophie went
off on an airline.

That charters Turkish carpets.

To fly to desert markets.

And me, yes me,
on her track.

I had to travel
on camelback.

I prefer.

My Quebecair, Transworld,
Northern, Eastern, Western.

And Pan American.

But now I don't know.

Where the heck I am.

And then I crashed.

I fell, my phantasmagoric
parachute failed.

And I finally found my Sophie.

Between the sheets, sh*t!

With my best friend,
the louse,

And with them,
my stash of maple cookies.

That I had filched.

It's a b*tch.

From Quebecair, Transworld,
Northern, Eastern, Western.

And Pan American.

But I don't know.

Where the heck I am.