Boomerang Page #2

- I'm not your sister.

I'm your wife-to-be.

- I still haven't proposed to you.

As long as you know

who you're dealing with.

Anyway, you're an accomplice.

I didn't want to. -Why do you

do things you don't want?

You're not one of those dull,

boring, ironic types, are you?

That was a man!

- He was old, ugly and mean!

How do you know he wasn't

some really great guy?

Only God can judge

that sort of thing.

God's lost sight

of the criteria.

I killed him,

someone will kill me...

Equilibrium will once again

be established in the universe.

The end of the world is near.

Really?

So, you'll marry me? -Sure,

the prophecy must come true.

Didn't I say it might

be a bad day?

Mister?

Are you alive?

Shall I read your palm?

Bobby, man! I always sh*t

myself when I come in here.

Well, do you think you

can just walk in?

Do we have to risk our lives

to have a drink in this bar?

Why do you drink

when it's bad for you?

You're crazy enough even

when you're sober, Bobby.

Come on. House rules.

Three, four, go!

You always beat me when

it's the three of us.

Put this somewhere safe, so

Tony doesn't set the bar on fire.

Don't worry,

I'll take good care of it.

Now let's have some music!

- No!

How can you listen to that,

Bobby? -Hard Serbian rock!

So, what are we drinking?

What are we drinking?

We've been drinking the same

thing together for 20 years.

And me personally since

I was in my mother's womb.

Do you know what my

mother used to say to me?

'Son, I drank to make

a man out of you.'

That's mothers for you!

Even when they drink,

they think of their kids.

They do.

- Bloody hell.

Why are you all dressed up?

Did someone kick the bucket?

You don't know? -No.

- Mickey's getting married!

This is my best man!

- I'm your best man!

Cheers!

Sorry! -It was an

accident. Seriously.

Here you go. -Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

Merci, monsieur.

- Absolutement.

It was love at first sight.

- I'd love to meet this wench.

Don't call her that, Bobby.

- Sorry, Mickey.

My life's just beginning.

- Got a bag full of cocaine.

Who? Mickey?

- Her.

She's from a decent

family then.

I'm not getting married

for the dowry, guys.

And she really is

from a decent family.

Her father was both

a Chetnik and a Partisan.

A complete person.

- Let's drink to that.

To Olga. -To Chetniks.

- And to her dad.

Here's some

medicine for you...

...and for you.

You'll feel better.

Take it.

Here!

It's a new American

super-medicine. Take it.

And here!

You can't get it at

the pharmacy! Take it!

Here!

Sh*t! I'm going to be

late for my wedding!

Password?

- You crazy bastard!

How did you guess?

- Scum! Liar!

I wasted the best years

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