Masculin féminin1966

La femme dans le m?tro:
Know what you n*ggers are? You're potential murderers. And you know it.

L'homme dans le m?tro:
And you, your dream is to be like a Hollywood hooker. Money is all you think about. It's written all over your face. [La femme points over to Robert and Paul who are eavesdropping on the conversation] They just don't get it. They just don't get it. They take their heads in their hands and blather, "Oooh, I just love Bessie Smith." [Robert and Paul look at each other] They have no clue what she's singing about. "Here's my big fat black ass." She's not singing about love.

La femme dans le m?tro:
What, then?

L'homme dans le m?tro:
It's not about desire, not about sorrow. Nothing like what you think. Want me to tell you? Her big fat ass is telling you to f*** off. That's what. Same goes for musicians. Take Charlie Parker.