Ma vie en rose

Hanna Fabre:
Ludo, you're seven. You're too old to keep dressing like a girl.

?lisabeth:
Does he do it often?

Pierre Fabre:
Every so often.

Hanna Fabre:
We search for our identity until we are seven. I read it in "Marie Claire."

Teacher:
I see Pam and Ben are very popular. But Ludo, you want to be like Ben, right?

Ludovic Fabre:
You dropped something.

J?r?me:
So did you.

Ludovic Fabre:
Keep it. My mom thinks she lost it.

Sophie:
Jerome, come and play with me!

J?r?me:
I'm busy.

?lisabeth:
Is that your dad's boss's son you are playing with?

Ludovic Fabre:
Yes.

?lisabeth:
You two are pals?

Ludovic Fabre:
Yes. We're going to get married once I'm not a boy.

?lisabeth:
Once you're not a boy.

?lisabeth:
I still I were still as slim as her. But in that dress at my age, I would look awful.

Ludovic Fabre:
No, you wouldn't. You would be beautiful.

?lisabeth:
Thank you. But we all have to face reality.

?lisabeth:
Your parents want what's best for you.

Ludovic Fabre:
They don't know what's best for me.

Hanna Fabre:
Ludo, have I ever broken a promise?

Ludovic Fabre:
No.

Hanna Fabre:
All right. Then sit still. Ludo, don't you want to be like your brothers and your father?

Ludovic Fabre:
No.

Hanna Fabre:
I like long hair. And people who know what they want.

Hanna Fabre:
Boys cannot marry other boys.

Ludovic Fabre:
I know that.

J?r?me:
And this is our bathroom, and this is my bedroom.

Ludovic Fabre:
What's in there?

J?r?me:
It's out-of-bounds.

Ludovic Fabre:
But what's in there?

J?r?me:
My sister's bedroom.

Ludovic Fabre:
Where is she?

J?r?me:
She's gone away.

Ludovic Fabre:
One day I'll marry Jerome!

Hanna Fabre:
I told you, boys never marry boys! Or very rarely.

Ludovic Fabre:
But I'll be a girl.

Hanna Fabre:
You are a boy and you always will be!

Pierre Fabre:
Couldn't we cut his hair?

Hanna Fabre:
Yes. We could also crucify him.

Pierre Fabre:
Jerome is Albert's son, and Albert is Daddy's boss, so I don't want you dressing like a girl with Jerome or anyone.

J?r?me:
Can I have another seat?

Teacher:
May I ask why?

J?r?me:
If I sit next to Ludo, I'll go to hell.

Pierre Fabre:
We've decided to take Ludo to a psychologist. That will fix him.

Hanna Fabre:
We love our little boy. We want him to be happy.

Albert:
Don't take offense, but Hanna has too much control over your boys.

Pierre Fabre:
She does not.

Albert:
See? You're offended.

Pierre Fabre:
We raised all our children the same way, but they're not peas in a pod. Each one is different. You wouldn't know, having only one. Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot.

Albert:
God took one of my children. He's not taking any more.

Ludovic Fabre:
Mommy, my tummy hurts! It's my period!

Ludovic Fabre:
I'm a girlboy.

J?r?me:
A girlboy?

Ludovic Fabre:
To make a baby, parents play tic-tac-toe. When one wins, God sends Xs and Ys. XX for a girl, and XY for a boy. But my X for a girl fell in the trash, and I got a Y instead. See? A scientific error! But God will fix it and send me an X and make me a girl and then we'll get married, okay?

J?r?me:
That will depend on what kind of girl you are.

Pierre Fabre:
A girlboy, for the love of God! This is all your fault!

Hanna Fabre:
You're such a prick! I don't know why I even married you.

Pierre Fabre:
Neither do I.

Hanna Fabre:
Boy or girl, you will always be my child.

Pierre Fabre:
Our child.