In Jean-Luc Godard's Weekend, a rich girl screams at a farmer who smashed her sports car and killed her boyfriend:
"You filthy unwashed peasant, you killed the man I loved and ruined my car. He was handsome and he was rich and now he's dead and you're stupid and ugly and you don't even care. You hate us because we screw in Saint Moritz. You probably don't even know how to screw. You just get screwed by the union. You probably don't even own the tractor. (She kicks the tires.) Cheap tires? My car was beautiful. It had a Chrysler motor. I got it because I screwed the son of General Motors."
Ha ha. I can't wait to see the movie.
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