Teacher: I see Pam and Ben are very popular. But Ludo, you want to be like Ben, right?
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Hanna Fabre: We love our little boy. We want him to be happy.
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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.
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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.
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?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.
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Pierre Fabre: We've decided to take Ludo to a psychologist. That will fix him.
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Hanna Fabre: Boys cannot marry other boys.
Ludovic Fabre: I know that.
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?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.
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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.
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Hanna Fabre: Boy or girl, you will always be my child.
Pierre Fabre: Our child.
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Ludovic Fabre: Mommy, my tummy hurts! It's my period!
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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.
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Pierre Fabre: Couldn't we cut his hair?
Hanna Fabre: Yes. We could also crucify him.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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?lisabeth: Your parents want what's best for you.
Ludovic Fabre: They don't know what's best for me.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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