Avis de mistral

— You're not in Paris?
— You didn't know? I guess not, 'cos you never call. So why now?
— To touch base.
— Why me? I'll tell you why. 'Cos you don't have the balls to call Mum. 'Cos Léa would make you feel like such a shit...
— That's not it.
— But I'll go easy on you.
— It's not that at all.
— What is it then?
— I miss you all.
— You have no shame?
— Look, nothing will change.
— Yeah, as if.
— You're all mad at me, but later...
— What about later? We'll get used to it, right? In Syria, they got used to being bombed. In Africa, they got used to AIDS. So why wouldn't we get used to this? After all? Anything else? No? Okay, see you.

— No one offered to help. You saw that?
— Tell me, is this what you call making an effort?
— You found them polite?
— They needed a granddad, we got that.
— What do they look like? Léa, with that turban, the Bin Laden look? And Adrien, doing everything in slow-motion?
— Have you forgotten?
— What?
— Your youth!
— We had flowers in our hair, not nails in our eyebrows!
— They're called piercings.
— She looks stapled together. Don't let her near a metal detector, she'll wind up pinned down by the cops.