Le ciel sur la tête

Yvan, le directeur du journal:
Look, Rosine, what's the matter with you?

Rosine:
Yesterday, J?r?my came to tell us that he was [pause] like you.

Yvan, le directeur du journal:
Bald?

[long pause]

Rosine:
Did you wait to tell your parents?

Yvan, le directeur du journal:
I waited so long that they died before.

Yvan, le directeur du journal:
You know, I have a sister who's a nutcase. I don't ask you any questions to understand her just because you're straight like her. When did you and I meet? Must have been six months ago, right? I can't become your consultant on homosexuality just like that.

Rosine:
There was an empty hole in my life. My son loved no one. No one loved him. Now that hole's gone.