La Classe américaine

00:00:05 Attention, this flim is not a flim about cycling.

00:02:53 This one.

00:06:17 It's me, Orson Welles

00:08:40 Hey sweetie, I've a French letter for you. Have fun.

00:11:34 I won't eat ravioli.

00:14:43 Just don't take me for a push-over.

00:17:30 Look, these fucked up hands that can't spell and stab me with my pins.

00:21:07 I assume you called the police. You had every right of course.

00:23:47 Balling me out in front of journos we don't even know.

00:26:29 I can't stand Nazis, but let it be.

00:28:53 A fax out in the sticks he must be as thick as two bricks.

00:31:27 Thanks.

00:34:09 "Go to the beach Mr. Fox" "Vamos a la playa Senor Zorro".

00:37:08 Their knickers falling

00:39:46 So one, I don't remember.

00:42:30 You think I don't know? You won't stop repeating it.

00:45:21 We've finished with our disguises. They really piss us off.

00:48:32 That's right, I'm a pain in the arse.

00:51:54 Right now I feel real dirty.

00:55:31 Go fuck yourself

00:58:20 Right saggy tits, she had.

01:00:52 And the killer of George is Yves.

01:04:30 He creases me up, your weirdo.

01:07:47 You don't know what it means for us.