by Jean Pierre Dardenne, Luc Dardenne
Her : He was born on Friday at 1 in the morning. It didn’t hurt that much... Put your hand on my stomach.
Her : Bruno ? Where’s Jimmy ?
Him: Sold ’m
Her : What ? What d’ye mean, sold ?
Him: Yeah, sold ’m
Her : Look, where is he ?
Him: With people who’ll find a family for him where he’ll be happy, adopted
Her : WHERE is he ?
Him: Told ye: sold ’m.