Character: Serge Gainsbourg

- You comply with my sense of beauty. Angelic beauty and devilish despair. You know what I mean?
- You want to fuck me?
Maybe. But I Express it in somewhat more poetic.

- Monsieur Gainsbourg, You were on the verge of death, how do you intend to come back to life?
- I think to increase the intake of alcohol and cigarettes.

Why hurt if you had no regrets?

I'm like a wounded animal, baby. Don't come near me.

- Your mother doesn't believe that you date with Brigitte Bardot.
Yeah, yeah, I don't really believe in it, dad.

When I was learning to draw, the Professor said to me: if parents like it means shit.

- Then I will remain as it is?
- No... With the bra problem. I don't know how to draw it. You might not be able to take it off?

- You have the same crush.
- Not at all. I catch a cab. Drivers see me and stop.
Can I lie down next?
- Of course, the street after all.

What to do? Often in life a coincidence wins the fate.