Vivre Sa Vie

 A café. Nana wants to leave Paul.

Paul: Do you really like this guy?

Nana: I don’t know. I wonder what I’m thinking about?

Paul: Does he have more money than me?

Nana: What do you care?

Paul: What’s the matter?

Nana: Nothing. I wanted to be very precise. I didn’t know the best way to say it. Or, rather, I did know, but I don’t any more. Just when I should know, too. Does it never happen to you?

Paul: Don’t you ever talk about anything but yourself?

Nana: You’re horrible.

Paul: I’m not horrible, Nana, I’m sad.

Nana: I’m not sad, Paul. I’m horrible.

Paul: Don’t just parrot lines. This isn’t a stage.

Nana: You never do as I ask. You always want me to do what you want. Anyway, I’m fed up. I want to die. I mean it.

Paul: Parrot talk.

— Godard

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