Merde! You startled me.
Did you have a bad dream?
-What is this you're watching? -A motorcycle movie. I'm not sure the name.
-Are you watching it? -In a way.
It's a little early in the morning for explosions and war.
-What was it about? -How should I know? You were the one watching it.
No, imbecile, what was your dream about?
I don't know. I don't remember.
-It's really rare that I remember my dreams. -Well, let's look at the grumpy man in the morning.
Why don't you get up and we'll get some breakfast.
One more kiss, and I'll get up.
-Satisfied? -Yep.
-Get up, lazy bones! -Ohh! Ohh. God.
-What time is it? -Almost nine in the morning.
-What time does our train arrive? -Eleven.
-You know what I'm gonna have for breakfast? -What, Lemon Pie?
I'm gonna order a big plate of blueberry pancakes... with maple syrup, eggs over easy and five sausages.
-Anything to drink with that? -Wow, that looks nice.
To drink-- A tall glass of orange juice... and a black cup of coffee.
-After that, I'm going to have a slice of pie. -Pie for breakfast?
Any time of the day is a good time for pie.
Blueberry pie to go with the pancakes. And on top, a thin slice of melted cheese.
Where's my watch?
It's there.
-No, it's not. -Have you looked?
Yes, I've fuckin' looked. What the fuck do you think I'm doin'?
-You sure you got it? -Yes. Bedside table drawer.
-On the little kangaroo? -Yes, it was on the little kangaroo.
Yeah, well, it's not here now.
-Well, it should be. -Yes, it most definitely should be, but it's not here now!
So where the fuck is it?
Fabienne, that was my father's watch.
Do you have any idea what he had to go through to get me that watch?
I don't have time to go into it, but he went through a lot.
All this other shit you could've set on fire, but I specifically reminded you...
not to forget the fucking watch!
-Now think. Did you get it? -I believe so.
-"You believe so"? What the fuck does that mean? You either did or didn't get it. -Then I did.
-Are you sure? -No.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Motherfuckin'--
Do you know how fucking stupid you fucking are? No!
It's not your fault.
You left it at the apartment.
If you left it at the apartment, it's not your fault.
I had you bring a bunch of stuff.
I reminded you about it, but I didn't illustrate how personal the watch was to me.
If all I gave a fuck about was the watch, I shoulda told you that.
You're not a mind reader. Are you?
-I-- I'm sorry. -Don't be.
Just means I can't have breakfast with you.
Why does it mean that?
Because I gotta go back to my apartment and get my watch.
Won't the gangsters be looking for you there?
Well, that's what I'm gonna find out.
If they are, and I don't think I can handle it, then I'll split.
I saw your watch. I thought I brought it.
I'm so sorry.
Here's some money. Go out and get those pancakes. Have a nice breakfast.
-I'll take your Honda. I'll be back before you can say "blueberry pie." -Blueberry pie.
-Maybe not that fast. But pretty fast. Okay? -Okay.
Of all the fuckin' things she could fuckin' forget, she forgets my father's watch!
I specifically reminded her-- bedside table, on the kangaroo.
I said the words: "Don't forget my father's watch."