触不可及 Intouchables(2011)【完整台词】

- Cool it.

- Let me go!

- Shut up. Who's taking you home?

Who's taking you home?

- Get lost.

- It's none of your business.

Get lost!

Her polished eyes are carved in delicate minerals,

And in this strange and symbolic nature...

'And in this strange'

'and symbolic"

- 'nature'

- How boring is that?

'Where the pure angel merges

with the antic sphynx'

I never know if 'sphynx' takes

a 'i' or a 'y'?

I'm so bored by all this.

It's a 'i'.

Do you really have to go through this bullshit?

A sphynx, daisies, angels...

Would you care for a guy telling you this?

Of course, some use a more basic method.

What's next?

What does Eleonore look like?

I don't know, I don't care.

It's intellectual. Emotional.

It comes before the physical

relationship for me.

Intellectual alright, but what

if she looks like a dog?

You'd be having an intellectual

relationship with a dog.

Very elegant.

Really.

What else.

Bravo.

How long has it been going on?

He's such a pain in the ass.

Six months.

Six months?

And you've never seen her?

She really might be ugly. Or fat.

Or even disabled.

You should add that after the poem:

'by the way, how much do you weigh'?

Write it.

Thanks a lot for your

useful advice, Driss.

Let's get back to it.

Where was I?

I think a sphynx was eating daisies,

running in the fields, doing weird stuff.

Let's see...

'strange and symbolic nature'

And in this strange and symbolic nature...

You have to call her.

- Where the pure angel merges with

the antic sphynx...

I'm telling you.

Call her.

Spot it, Driss.

I'm better at written communication.

Unbelievable.

Alright, but I'm gonna look for her

phone number, it stresses me out.

Hey!

She's from the north... that's not good.

Leave this envelope.

Never has a 'Miss France' come from the north.

They usually look like crap over there.

Give the envelope back now.

She wrote her phone number, god damn it.

It's a sign. She wants you to call her!

Please. Let it go.

She wrote her phone number, Philippe.

What do you think? It means 'Call Me'.

'I want to lick your ear lobe'.

- Of course, Philippe.

- You're not calling her, are you?

She doesn't give a shit about poetry.

Six fucking months of poetry...

He's bonkers.

['Call Me. I want you. ']

- I won't talk to her.

- I'm gonna check if she has a weird accent.

Northern accent sucks..

Put down the phone!

- She wants a piece of Philippe.

- She's gonna have some.

Hello.

Nice voice, for a start.

Hello...

No.

No.

- Hello...

- Improvise, talk about daisies and shit...

Eleonore?

It's Philippe.

Well I...

I'm calling you because I really

wanted to hear your voice.

And so far, your 'Hello' already

fill me with joy.

Hold on. I'm gonna get her.

Stop with you complicated sentences.

- Hello.

- Eleonore. It's Philippe.

Philippe?

Igen. Szerettem volna rni

egy levelet, aztn...

I was writing you a letter.

And I thought, why not simply call her.

Don't forget to ask about her weight.

- Pardon me?

- Nothing.

I'm grieving.

I want to cry.

I'm afraid.

Lord give me peace...

Exactly, that's it!

I can't corner you.

- How great that you love 'Rimbaud'.

- Sorry.

- I was first in line.

- Eleonore.

I'm glad.

Yes, I am.

- What a big mouth... he can't be stopped.

- I'm sending you kisses.

Everyone kisses, licking ears and all.

Good. So what's up?

There's good news and less good news.

- What about the good part?

- 116 Ibs.

Unless she's three feet tall.

On the other hand...

she wants a picture.

- So?

- Come on.

Good evening.

Can I see your tickets?

- Good evening.

- It's over here.

- Perfect.

- Have a good night.

- Good night to you.

- We'll be just here if you're looking for us...

We're not going to move.

Especially him.

Wait...

What do you think women want?

I don't know.

A cute, charming, elegant man...

No kidding.

They want money. Security.

Ask this dude.

And you have all that.

I might be naive, but I still hope

I have something more than my bank account..

She spent 6 months reading your goddamn

poems. And she likes it.

She's weird, don't worry.

I'm sure she doesn't give a damn

about the chair.

That's true.

Plus guys from the north drink so much

they're all beating their ladies.

She'll see there's no risk with you.

Jerk.

That's good thinking though, right?

Yeah, whatever.

The photo is a good test.

If she sends hers back it's a good sign.

You can send a picture of you

with the chair, but not too obvious.

You don't have to send a Telethon-like picture...

Drooling and all...

Looking like shit.

Alright, alright.