Florian Zeller

I feel as if I'm losing my all leaves…

Yeah.

The branches and the wind and the rain. I don't know what's happening anymore. Do you know what's happening?

All this business about the flat. I… I have nowhere to put my head down anymore. But I know my watch is on my wrist, that I do know. For the journey. If not, I… Don't know if I'll… be ready to, uh… To… To…

Paris. They don't even speak English there.

Who exactly am I?

I don't need any help from anyone. And I'm not going to leave my flat. All I want is for everyone to fuck off. Having said that... it's been a great pleasure. Au revoir. Toodle-oo.

Can I ask you a question?

Are you a nun?

Then why are you speaking to me as if I'm retarded?

I want my mummy.

I am worried. It's very worrying. I mean... Losing all my things, everyone's just helping themselves, and... If this goes on much longer, um, I'll be stark naked. And, um, I... I won't be able to tell what time it is.

Why don't you just fuck off with your medication?

World is turning.

They don't even speak English.

There's something doesn't make sense about this. Doesn't make sense.