The Science of the Sleep: Anarchy! in the cellophane

Stéphanie: How's your head?
Stephane: It's okay. It's not normal though...
Stéphanie: It's never going to be.
Stephane: But it's not attractive to you. I'm glad i made it through your door at least.
Stéphanie: Don't be glad. Be sad. Haha.
Stephane: Your english is getting very good.
Stéphanie: How's your french coming along?
Stephane: It;s still terrible. i only know how to say[in french] i like your tits. they erect me in my pants.
Stéphanie: [puts her hand over his mouth]
Stephane: [grabs her cig and throws it over the balcony]
Stéphanie: Someone might catch fire![throw water over, wets random man, both laugh]
Stéphanie:[yells] Anarchy! in the cellophane
Stephane: Have you been crying? I like it when you cry because then you wear your glasses.
Stéphanie: HaHa -_-
Stephane: No, actually I don't like it when you cry.
It's horrible. Especially when it's not for me. Will you cry a little when I'm dead? I hate it when people want everyone to celebrate their deaths. It's like 'Hey, can i do your girlfriend after your cremation?' Except i don't have a girlfriend, and i'm not dead..Put your hand here behind your ear, Look it feels like your glasses are part of your head.
Stéphanie: Oh, that's true.
Stephane: It's like your touching your penis with your left hand.
Stéphanie: [looks at Stephane] I don't have a penis.
Stephane: You have a left hand.
Stéphanie: Why do you always have to be a pig? I'm teasing [tickles Stephane]
Stephane: When are you gonna fix your teeth?
Stéphanie: You're mean.
Stephane: No, no, i'm just asking 'cause if we're getting married in 40 years I might as well start taking care of my goods now. But, you know nevermind, maybe no teeth is good for a blowjob.
Stéphanie: I think it's time for you to leave. You'll miss your plane.
Stephane: So how's your boyfriend? Does he have long hair and does he go bungee jumping and surfing? Does he take you surfing? I'll go surfing if you want me to, I don't know how to surf, but I can go with you guys if you want me to.
Stéphanie: I don't have a boyfriend, and you have a distorted sense of reality you know. You could sleep with the whole world and still feel rejected.
Stephane: I like your boobs, they're friendly and unpretentious. I will appreciate if you show them to me some day.
Stéphanie: Well theirs not much to see, now please leave.
Stephane: Oh the mezzanine, you finished it! I didn't think you were gonna finish it, you know, 'cause you never finish anything. Is it sturdy? Can it hold a boy, or maybe a couple? [Stephane jumps on bed]
Stéphanie: Stephane, get out! get out! I will call your mother.
Stephane: No, no, not my mother!
Stéphanie: Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you? Why do you keep doing this to me?
Stephane: Because everyone is so boring. You're different, you don't like me Stéphanie!