All About Anna

I found it in the back of the van.

Well then, let's see if it fits.

So...

Would you like a beer?

You're missing the party.

Who's this man?

I know this is technically

trespassing, but...

I felt bad about leaving

last night.

Anna?

- Are you making some coffee?

- Yeah...

- No, I'm about to have a shower.

- Why don't you join me first?

F*ck!

See this?

Frank had no idea whose phone

number he erased. He meant well.

Still, I used the incident

as an excuse to break up.

I figured a clean cut

was best for both of us.

Can I talk with Johan, please?

But you do!

He moved my stuff just two days ago.

Can I leave him a message?

Can you get me his phone number?

But I'm an old friend!

I'm gonna treat this poor single

woman to a night on the town.

Here's my dress.

The one Carlos bought me in Rome.

The one I told you about.

The one with the little penis.

It doesn't fit me in the boobs.

They're too swollen at the moment.

But it'll fit you.

- Thank you, but I'm not in the mood.

- It'll look great on you!

It's a real guy-puller.

Do you know how many times

I've been fucked in this dress?

Every time I go out:

Whoa, someone's there.

- Champagne?

- I just need to get organised, OK?

Whatever. I'm going out.

What about the washing up?

This is not a hotel.

Careful you don't start

sounding like my mother.

I could have tried harder

to find Johan.

But hey, he was the one

who knew where I lived.

Obviously, this was just

another adventure of his, -

- and I wasn't crying

over him again.

If it could be a bit more...

Good, hard, honest work

can take your mind off anything.

I'd designed the costumes for a

small play that was a huge success.

One night, this French guy

was visiting the theatre.

...at the end of Act II I fell down

the stairs. Everyone was laughing.

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