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so Thora won`t run into you.

Right.

Thanks...

See you tomorrow.

I suppose so.

Thanks for dinner.

Wild game?.

- Anna...

- I want to go home.

- What do you mean?.

- Home.

I love you.

For having the courage.

For sacrificing.

Sacrificing?.

Resigning and starting all over again.

Hi, Malla. Are you sure

you picked the right numbers?.

I`m not talking to you.

You`re bad luck.

Congratulations on the new wife.

Thanks.

Coming on strong into second- half!

It was time to get back into the game.

How much younger than you?.

- Eighteen years.

- Ouch, you`re such a bad boy!

She is an old soul

and l`m young at heart.

So no hope there either?.

You haven`t changed a bit.

- You`re graying.

- And you`ve lost weight.

- Do you think so?.

- No.

All dressed up already?.

The wedding is tomorrow.

We`re not going to sleep, are we?.

- No luggage?.

- What for?.

- Get in.

- Wow, nice!

There are no cars on the island.

- Do you think it will hold?.

- Sure. It`s American.

Made for heavyweight

burger bottoms.

Take it easy though.

Thanks for coming.

Somebody has to play the organ

at your wedding.

What are you playing?.

I don`t know, maybe...

He`s got the gray hair blues!

He`s got the gray hair blues...

- Who`s the nutter?.

- Who?. Malla?.

I saw her spend a fortune

on lottery tickets.

She`s kind of fixed

on the lottery.

She`s a freak!

- Freak!

- Stop it!

- You`re staying at my place.

- Oh?.

Thora is staying at

her mother`s guesthouse tonight.

Already staying at her mother`s?.

It`s a tradition.

I can`t see her until the wedding.

Cute...

So we can share

a few old stories.

We sure can.

Remember the year

we left college?.

Yeah.

Must have been the same year

your wife got potty trained.

So your roots lie here in Flatey,

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