Atak paniki Page #2

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Am I supposed to not look at you?

No, just don't stare.

That's just how it works.

You'll have nothing else to do...

...so you'll keep staring

while I chew, swallow, drool...

Trust me.

As long as we both order,

it's all good.

Doula, my spiritual guide.

D.O.U.L.A., that's how you spell it.

She accompanies you during childbirth.

She told me to give birth in headphones.

Silence, water, dimmed lights...

This is my aunt Marzena from Racibrz...

- This is ukasz, Dawid's friend.

- Yes, from college.

Could you take a picture?

Sir, could you...?

Doula introduced us to birthing centers.

Doula's fine, sis,

but there will still be a doctor, right?

- No doctor and no anesthesia.

- You're crazy.

- Take a look. And it smells bad too.

- Excuse me!

Okay, smile, no teeth!

- Will Doula be in the water with you?

- No...

- How come you're his best man?

- What do you mean? He asked me to.

- ... mosquitoes bite at dusk.

- Can I have some of that?

Let me spray her first.

Just a little bit.

Thank you.

Childbirth in a pool, in the dark,

it's ridiculous.

- Leave them alone.

- He'll be swimming there with her?

I'm sorry to bother you.

I just wanted to ask...

- Now it's time to toast your parents...

- Where's the groom?

Go, go, go.

What are you doing?!

- I'm on it.

- Move it!

It's my decision.

There'll be Chopin,

Doula will be massaging me...

- There will be heated cherry pits...

- What's Chopin doing there?

Playing. From the speakers.

Here you go.

Hello?

Hello my ass.

Who is this?

The Angel of Vengeance.

What the f***, dude... who is this?

Guess.

Speed it up. What's your deal?

I can't talk right now.

My deal is, that you're gone.

What?

- Because you're getting an air raid.

- What air raid?

What do you think, you idiot?

You work for a catering company.

You have a wedding to get through today,

am I right?

How do you know?

I've been looking for you, my friend.

You wrote it on your wall, I quote:

"Another all-nighter today.

Hate this job."

Watch out what you post on Facebook.

What do you want?

- I want you to apologize.

- For what?

- For being a cocksucking douche.

- You're out of your f***ing mind.

Don't use voice deformation, you c*nt.

Every kid knows how to do that voice.

Later, d*ckhead.

Hello?

Then don't answer.

He keeps asking about things.

I have to answer.

Pretend you're asleep.

Easy to say.

Jesus, what am I supposed to do?

Where the f*** have you been?

We're running late.

- Can I use the Internet around here?

- How should I know? Ask the boss.

- Plates!

- It'll melt.

Put it in the freezer.

- It's full.

- Boss, can I go online for a sec?

What the heck for?

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