[DUFAYEL, spoken]
I’d shake your hand but mine would break
That’s why I wear these gloves
I suffer from a rare bone disease
I’m Julien Dufayel

[AMÉLIE, spoken]
Monsieur Dufayel, I’m Amélie-

[DUFAYEL, spoken]
Amélie. Amélie Poulain

[DUFAYEL]
Why is it that someone so young and so full of life spends every night alone at her window?

[DUFAYEL, spoken]
Unless her friends are all dwarves and I can’t see them below the windowsill?

[AMÉLIE, spoken]
Are you an artist?

[DUFAYEL]
Everyday I come to a canvas with palette and brush and I ask myself the same question

[AMÉLIE, spoken]
May I?

[AMÉLIE & DUFAYEL]
Paintings, these paintings
And each of them unfinished and the same

[DUFAYEL]
Every year I get a bit closer
As I work my way to the center
But in the end it always comes down to her

[DUFAYEL, spoken]
Renoir’s "The Luncheon of the Boating Party." I’ve been painting it for twenty years. The hardest part is the looks. Sometimes I think they deliberately change expression behind my back
[DUFAYEL]
See her there
Safely hid in the budding middle class I can capture each face
Every tender embrace
Except for the girl with the glass so much life
A game of love that anyone can play
See they laugh and they try
To catch each other’s eye
But the girl with the glass looks away

[AMÉLIE]
The girl with the glass

[DUFAYEL]
I wonder what does she see?

[AMÉLIE]
The girl with the glass

[DUFAYEL]
As if she's looking out at me

[AMÉLIE]
The girl with the glass

[DUFAYEL]
Just a young girl who doesn’t belong to anywhere or anyone
[AMÉLIE, spoken]
I don’t know. She looks happy to me

[DUFAYEL]
Time ticks by
You look away and twenty years can pass
With a brush in your hand
Trying to understand what is wrong
With the girl with the glass

[AMÉLIE, spoken]
Maybe she’s just different

[DUFAYEL, spoken]
In what way?

[AMÉLIE, spoken]
I don’t know. Maybe when she was little, she didn’t get to play with other children

[DUFAYEL, spoken]
Isn’t it about time she started?

[AMÉLIE]
Maybe this whole soirée
Is a party she’s thrown
Maybe she’s reunited that dog with its owner
And maybe she whispered that he’s into him
While she sits there and watches it all
From the rim of her glass

[DUFAYEL]
I wonder what does she see?

[AMÉLIE]
The girl with the glass

[DUFAYEL]
As if she's looking out at me

[AMÉLIE]
The girl with the glass

[DUFAYEL & AMÉLIE]
Just a young girl who doesn’t belong to anywhere
Anywhere

[AMÉLIE]
Or anyone

[DUFAYEL]
[Reminding AMÉLIE of his name]
Bre-to-deau