Dag, Julie Delpy is such a babe. I would have gotten off the train with her.
Jesse: Okay. Tell me something that really pisses you off, really drives you crazy.
Céline: Pisses me off? My God! Everything pisses me off.
Jesse: Okay, okay, list a couple.
Céline: Uh, okay. I hate being told by a strange man—a strange man in the street, you know—like, to smile. Like, to make them feel better about their boring life. Um, what else? I hate, I hate that three hundred kilometers from here there’s a war going on, you know, people are dying, and nobody knows what to do about it, or they don’t give a shit, I don’t know. I hate that the medias, you know, they are trying to control our minds.
Jesse: The media?
Céline: Yeah, the media. You know it‘s very subtle, but you know, it‘s a new form of fascism. Um, I hate, I hate when I am in foreign countries, especially in America, they are the worst. Each time I wear black, or like, lose my temper, or say anything about anything, they always go, “oh, it‘s so French, it‘s so cute.” [pretends to vomit] I hate that. I can’t stand that, really.
Worst part: having to hear the rubbery squick of Jesse’s cheap leather jacket while he’s kissing her in this scene.