Ultimo tango a Parigi1972

Paul:
It's me again.

Jeanne:
It's over.

Paul:
That's right. It's over and then it begins again.

Jeanne:
What begins again? I don't understand anything anymore.

Paul:
There's nothing to understand. We left the apartment, and now we begin and love all the rest of it.

Jeanne:
The rest of it?

Paul:
Yeah, listen. I'm 45. I'm a widower. I own a little hotel. It's kind of a dump, but not completely a flop house. Then I used to live on my luck and I got married, and my wife killed herself.