Ginger & Rosa Page #3
when you just gobble it up?
Oh, for God's sake.
I've been working all day.
But I made it for you.
There's emotional
blackmail again.
If the transitory nature of cooking
and eating offends you so much...
then why don't you take up
your painting again...
and make something
for posterity?
And with what?
I'm scraping to pay the bills,
with the money...
Yes, with the money I earn.
- But it's not enough for paint.
- Get a job!
Why don't you sod off
to your bloody yacht?
It's a boat.
It's a small boat.
Your bloody boat with some
blonde student again...
for all I know.
Anyway, what kind
of job could I get?
Roland's moving out.
They're separating.
Again.
Not that it'll make
any difference.
He's hardly ever
at home anyway.
At least you have a dad...
who takes you out and stuff.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind if
you came with me this weekend.
You don't want me tagging along
with your beloved Dad.
Don't be silly.
But anyway,
I have a Roland, actually.
- He won't let me call him Dad.
- I know.
You told me.
Lots of times.
Did I?
Did I also tell you
he says the word "dad"...
makes him think of
slippers by the fire...
and other bourgeois
death traps?
He has a point, of course.
What's Natalie's view
on death traps?
She just bursts into tears...
as usual, when he
says stuff like that.
Which he then says is...
Emotional blackmail.
Rosa!
Rosa, can you bring
the girls up now?
Hello.
Our mothers are pathetic.
They don't believe
in anything.
Or do anything,
more to the point.
Except moan about stuff.
At least your mum has a job.
Cleaning?
You call that a job?
She hates it.
She moans on and on.
Roland really hates
the moaning thing.
It's no wonder.
- No wonder what?
- It's no wonder they can't keep their men.
What could be
better than this?
Isn't she marvelous?
Am I right, girls?
It's lovely.
It's so romantic.
Indeed.
There is a poetry in small spaces,
isn't there?
Confinement can be
utterly beautiful...
but only if it's a
matter of choice.
What do you mean?
Well, what I mean is...
a prison cell,
on the contrary...
is the ugliest expression
of minimalism.
It must have been
really terrible.
Ginger told me about it.
Did she?
We tell each other everything.
I have nothing to hide.
Prison was pretty brutal.
First they strip you
of your clothes.
And then,
if you dare to protest...
they strip you of
all human contact.
But the worst thing
about solitary confinement...
is not that they make you feel
like an abandoned child...
but that you start to
doubt your beliefs.
I understand.
The Soviet defense
minister said today...
with one blow...
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