Little Sister Page #2

- Wait.

Daan...

We're off, Ramon. See you soon.

He'll take care of the house.

Do you mind?

Well, mister. They say you have

a very cute way of kissing.

That's correct.

- Really?

Many people tell me that.

- Good for you.

Its all a matter of feeling.

Some people think it's a technical thing.

But it isn't.

Its about feeling.

Passion.

The pleasure that you feel.

And pleasure is something you cannot

hold on to. It eludes you.

And I have big lips. That helps.

- Can you show me?

How? By kissing your mouth?

- No. By kissing in the air.

You wet your lips...

...open your mouth, like this...

...and stick out your tongue.

Her diary.

Wow.

Wow.

- Ramon, cut it out.

I think she fancies me.

Let's see what she has to say about you.

Give it to me.

- No, Martijn.

Its personal. You know that.

Is that your cheese?

- Do you want some?

Hi, Daantje. How did your exams go?

Did you do well?

It went great. They really liked my work.

Fabrics and techniques went well, too.

It was perfect.

I told you so, girl. You can do it.

Indeed:
You're brilliant.

Don't you agree, Martijn?

Well done, Daantje.

Is that all? I think you're great.

- Really?

Yes. And now lm going to take a leak.

He's raving mad.

- He reads your diary. Did you know?

What?

- Your diary. He reads your diary.

Ramon...

What have you been reading?

- Reading? Me?

Martijn says you've been reading

my diary.

I don't even have a diary.

- You don't?

Dear diary, Martijn's been bothering me

with his camera all day.

I never have a moment to myself.

D*ckhead.

Kiss. Have mercy.

- No.

These are all the houses

we ever lived in.

Frankfurt, 1983.

Would you like some tea?

Martijn, do you think you could film

somewhere else this evening?

At Ingeborg's place, maybe?

I think she has the hots for you.

So what?

Martijn, come on.

Im not interested in Ingeborg.

Bullshit.

I don't love her.

So what? You don't have to love a girl

in order to f*** her.

That's my opinion.

Do you love her?

What?

- Do you love Daantje?

Love... I don't know.

So you don't.

- F*** off, man.

Ramon...

- Its none of his business.

But it is mine.

Girl, I love you.

Why don't you get rid of that moron?

- My brother is no moron.

No.

Im a moron. Call me when that film

is finished. Im going to play soccer.

Come on.

- F*** off.

Such a pity. He's gone.

And I was just getting to like him.

F***ing awful.

He's gone forever.

Bullshit.

Ramon adores me.

Maybe. But do you adore him?

Don't fool yourself.

I know what you're using him for.

Some day, you'll have to make a choice.

Welcome to my shelter.

- Hi, little fellow.

Do you like it?

This is Victor.

- God, that noise.

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