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Hanna Fabre: Ludo, you're seven. You're too old to keep dressing like a girl.

Élisabeth: 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."

Ludovic Fabre: You dropped something.

Jérôme: So did you.

Ludovic Fabre: Keep it. My mom thinks she lost it.

Sophie: Jerome, come and play with me!

Jérôme: I'm busy.

Élisabeth: Is that your dad's boss's son you are playing with?

Ludovic Fabre: Yes.

Élisabeth: You two are pals?

Ludovic Fabre: Yes. We're going to get married once I'm not a boy.

Élisabeth: Once you're not a boy.

Élisabeth: 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.

Élisabeth: Thank you. But we all have to face reality.

Élisabeth: Your parents want what's best for you.

Ludovic Fabre: They don't know what's best for me.

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.

Hanna Fabre: Boys cannot marry other boys.

Ludovic Fabre: I know that.

Jérôme: And this is our bathroom, and this is my bedroom.

Ludovic Fabre: What's in there?

Jérôme: It's out-of-bounds.

Ludovic Fabre: But what's in there?

Jérôme: My sister's bedroom.

Ludovic Fabre: Where is she?

Jérôme: She's gone away.

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!

Pierre Fabre: Couldn't we cut his hair?

Hanna Fabre: Yes. We could also crucify him.

Jérôme: Can I have another seat?

Teacher: May I ask why?

Jérôme: If I sit next to Ludo, I'll go to hell.

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.

Ludovic Fabre: I'm a girlboy.

Jérôme: 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?

Jérôme: That will depend on what kind of girl you are.

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.

Hanna Fabre: Boy or girl, you will always be my child.

Pierre Fabre: Our child.