Pierrot le fou (1965)

On that beach the sky and the ocean were perfectly flat and blue. Then we went back to the shack and the parrot. The parrot was blue, too, but things were different. You pulled its beak and wings with chains. Finally, to punish me, you shot it in the head. Small red. We waited a day, then had its body stuffed and sold it.

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