L'auberge espagnole

Wendy:
Xavier's gone to school. Okay?

Xavier's Mother:
Ah, oui! Il est à la fac.

Wendy:
What?

Xavier's Mother:
La fac!

Wendy:
LA "F***"?

Xavier's Mother:
Yes. After fac he can telephone maman.

Wendy:
I'm going to f***!

Wendy:
Xavier, I can't. I've... I've really got to write, okay?

Xavier:
But, Wendy, you will write tomorrow. Come on!

Wendy:
No. This is my diary. You know, I need to be disciplined.

Xavier:
Wendy, you're too serious, you know!

Wendy:
What do you mean, I'm too serious?

Xavier:
You are not a nun! Come on! Come with us tonight, please!

Wendy:
Listen! I'm not a nun! I just don't want to go out with... e-e-everyone! I don't like clubs and... and I don't like dancing. Maybe I'm not your idea of a typical trendy London girl, but techno music bulls me, all right? And if I'm a nun because I don't get out of this house enough for you guys, then that's too bad!

Xavier:
He was just like the jerks I always try to avoid. Why was he so desperate to talk to me?

Xavier:
When you first arrive in a new city, nothing makes sense. Everythings unknown, virgin... After you've lived here, walked these streets, you'll know them inside out. You'll know these people. Once you've lived here, crossed this street 10, 20, 1000 times... it'll belong to you because you've lived there. That was about to happen to me, but I didn't know it yet.

Xavier:
Urquinaona, which sounded Sioux, was added to the list of once bizarre-sounding names tucked into my brain. Urquinaona slipped in next to Honolulu, Punxsutawney, Piccadilly, Massachusetts, Saskatoon and Machu Picchu. It became normal and familiar.

Xavier:
Later, much later, back in Paris, each harrowing ordeal will become an adventure. For some idiotic reason, your most horrific experiences are the stories you most love to tell.

Xavier:
It was like I'd always lived in this mess. Their bickering was like the constant drone in my head since childhood.

Isabelle:
It's contradictory to defend Catalan at the very moment we're creating a European Union.

Catalan Student 2:
I don't agree. First of all, because we're dicussing identity. There's not one single valid identity, but many varied and perfectly compatible identities. It's a question of respect. For example, I have at least two identities: my Gambian identity, which I carry internally, and my Catalan identity. It's not contradictory to combine identities.

Isabelle:
Chicks are wacko, I swear.

Isabelle:
It's funny. Guys understand nothing about women. It's ridiculous. Each sex off in their own dark corner... While if a guy took an interest in women, he'd be a pig in sh*t.

Isabelle:
It's a shame you're not a girl.

Xavier:
The world's badly made.

Wendy:
Why do you always have to smoke joints in *my* room?

Alessandro:
Because it's comfortable.

Lars:
It's the only clean place in the apartment.

Soledad:
Take it easy, Wendy.

Wendy:
Xavier's gone to school. Okay?

Xavier's Mother:
Ah, oui! Il est ? la fac.

Wendy:
What?

Xavier's Mother:
La fac!

Wendy:
LA "F***"?

Xavier's Mother:
Yes. After fac he can telephone maman.

Wendy:
I'm going to f***!

[Xavier is trying to convince Wendy to come with the gang to a night club]

Wendy:
Xavier, I can't. I've... I've really got to write, okay?

Xavier:
But, Wendy, you will write tomorrow. Come on!

Wendy:
No. This is my diary. You know, I need to be disciplined.

Xavier:
Wendy, you're too serious, you know!

Wendy:
What do you mean, I'm too serious?

Xavier:
You are not a nun! Come on! Come with us tonight, please!

Wendy:
Listen! I'm not a nun! I just don't want to go out with... e-e-everyone! I don't like clubs and... and I don't like dancing. Maybe I'm not your idea of a typical trendy London girl, but techno music bulls me, all right? And if I'm a nun because I don't get out of this house enough for you guys, then that's too bad!

Xavier:
He was just like the jerks I always try to avoid. Why was he so desperate to talk to me?

Xavier:
When you first arrive in a new city, nothing makes sense. Everythings unknown, virgin... After you've lived here, walked these streets, you'll know them inside out. You'll know these people. Once you've lived here, crossed this street 10, 20, 1000 times... it'll belong to you because you've lived there. That was about to happen to me, but I didn't know it yet.

Xavier:
Urquinaona, which sounded Sioux, was added to the list of once bizarre-sounding names tucked into my brain. Urquinaona slipped in next to Honolulu, Punxsutawney, Piccadilly, Massachusetts, Saskatoon and Machu Picchu. It became normal and familiar.

Xavier:
Later, much later, back in Paris, each harrowing ordeal will become an adventure. For some idiotic reason, your most horrific experiences are the stories you most love to tell.

Xavier:
It was like I'd always lived in this mess. Their bickering was like the constant drone in my head since childhood.

Isabelle:
It's contradictory to defend Catalan at the very moment we're creating a European Union.

Catalan Student 2:
I don't agree. First of all, because we're dicussing identity. There's not one single valid identity, but many varied and perfectly compatible identities. It's a question of respect. For example, I have at least two identities: my Gambian identity, which I carry internally, and my Catalan identity. It's not contradictory to combine identities.

Isabelle:
Chicks are wacko, I swear.

Juan:
Been in Barcelona long?

Xavier:
Two month.

Juan:
[correcting Xavier] Two months.

Xavier:
Yeah, f***. Two months.

Juan:
Exactly. You spend too much time in school. Come here more often. This is where you'll learn about Barcelona!

[... ]

Juan:
Come back. I'll teach you 'puta madre' Spanish in two months.

Xavier:
Puta madre?

Xavier:
[voice over] I was fluent in 'puta madre' Spanish in no time. I immediately became a regular.

Isabelle:
It's funny. Guys understand nothing about women. It's ridiculous. Each sex off in their own dark corner... While if a guy took an interest in women, he'd be a pig in sh*t.

Isabelle:
It's a shame you're not a girl.

Xavier:
The world's badly made.

Wendy:
Why do you always have to smoke joints in *my* room?

Alessandro:
Because it's comfortable.

Lars:
It's the only clean place in the apartment.

[Tobias and Soledad laugh nervously, Wendy looks desperate]

Soledad:
Take it easy, Wendy.

Xavier:
I'm French, Spanish, English, Danish. I'm not one, but many. I'm like Europe, I'm all that. I'm a real mess.