A Boyfriend for My Wife Page #3

which to me was like a boot in the...

the fact she didn't like my friends.

That was really hard for me.

The fact she was always miserable

with my friends was...

-So l don't like your friends?

-Yes.

l have to like your friends,

to be with you?

-Don't you think?

-That's hard.

-Don't you think?

-That's hard.

ls it hard to... what is it?

What's the word...? Well, yes.

-That's enough.

-OK.

Did you ring?

Put your cigarette out.

Alright, l'll put it out.

-Tenso!

-l'm putting it out right now, see?

Someone's calling you from over there.

-Me?

-Yeah.

-Oh, God.

-What?

Well, we won't stay

too long. Just for a bit.

-Calm down, please.

-Good evening, welcome!

-Hello, hello.

-Come on in.

-Hi, happy birthday.

-Thanks.

-Come on...

-You can be so dumb.

That's it, come on in.

-How are you?

-Happy birthday.

Thanks, thanks.

-Happy birthday!

-Thanks.

-lsn't it great? A presentfrom Pao.

-Fantastic.

-What?

-What's wrong?

That's the thing nowadays, see?

Guys of 40 with girls of 25.

Lower your voice, please.

What's wrong with that girl?

Has she fallen in love with that agent?

Can't she fall in love with an agent?

Yes, love, yes.

-OK, pretend to talk... she's coming.

-Shut it.

-Hi...

-Hello. How are you?

-Fine, you?

-Fine.

Hi, how are you?

Macarena, my sister.

-Tenso, Tana...

-Wait, wait.

-What do you say?

-No, no, sit down.

Very well. l'm happy that l've finally

found a live-in help,

Very well. l'm happy that l've finally

found a live-in help,

to look after the baby.

So now l'm fine.

-So l'm fine.

-That's good.

-So l'm fine.

-That's good.

Sorry l couldn't get to the clinic.

Don't worry. No problem, Tana.

ls the baby well?

-ls he sleeping OK?

-She... it's a girl.

-She... Ah, a girl, right. A girl.

-Yes, she's a saint.

-Yes, she's a saint, you can't imagine.

-Really?

Yes, except when she's got wind,

that makes her...

because she's constipated.

She's taken after me.

The whole family, just ask my sister,

we're all constipated.

l passed on my slow-transit gene,

poor thing.

-Yes, but now it's all runny, isn't it?

-Really?

Her nappy had some runny poo.

So l'm constantly having

to change her.

And l don't have much milk.

And l have to squeeze my...

And l don't have much milk.

And l have to squeeze my...

my... tit,

sorry, like an orange.

-What are you laughing at?

-l find it all amusing.

-But you have to experience it yourself.

-Yes, of course.

-Ah, but she's gorgeous, gorgeous.

-Do you have kids, Tana?

-No.

-No, we don't.

-And you, you're well?

-Yes, very well.

-Lovely. You're looking pretty.

-Thanks.

-So what do you do, Tana?

-What, what?

-What do you do?

-Nothing...

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