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don't you?

He seems so sweet, you know?

We suit each other.

- Is that your idea?

- The test said so.

Halt! It was here.

The garden, gazebo...

The house was here. Show him.

Welcome home, Rudi.

There, Fleischman, los, los, los!

What're you looking at?

We must follow through to the end.

No, not here.

They'll just sweep Rudi up.

The garden.

The house.

Done.

Mission accomplished.

- That's only 30.

- Czechs are always only paid half.

Back to the base separately.

Dismissed!

- Hi, how are you?

- Hello. -Really? Me too.

Miss? Miss? Hey!

Can we see your bag?

Of course.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

What're you staring at?

Wait!

- You go outside just like that?

- How else?

Oh, man!

- Can you swim?

- You mean in the water?

Yeah, in the water. We're going

swimming with Zuzana tomorrow.

- Here in town?

- Yeah. -l don't have a suit.

Okay, it's settled. Tomorrow.

- Hi. -You need contacts.

You look like a secretary.

I invited Fleischman

and Zuzana for the trip tomorrow.

- It was supposed to be our picnic.

- Be a little Happy Life.

- Didn't Johnson say we should help each other?

- Fleischman's a dork.

Is there a sign on my car

that says "dating service"?

Liberec is getting ready

for the 2009 ski championship...

- Hey, sorry about last time.

- Me too.

I understand:
your log starts

throbbing and you get pissy.

- Come on, it's not about that.

- The f*** it isn't, man.

Hey...

I'm gonna show you something.

- My lifeline.

- Isn't that on your hand?

That's the only place

you'll ever have one.

R gen '85,

Balaton '86, Golden Sands '87.

Now get this:
the best of all.

My own design.

The Jested rubber.

Trojan of the Year '89.

- You really invented this, huh?

- Invented it and tried it out.

Tested on humans, pal.

Of course, you could use it

for a hat or a balloon.

It'd make a good weather balloon.

But it's kind of small, isn't it?

Small, huh? Small, huh?

These, my friend, are from one

highly satisfied Hungarian lady.

The only Hungarian you'll ever

have is goulash, leftovers to boot.

Let's make a deal:

leave me alone and I'll do my job.

Relax, just relax!

Without my advice

you'd be completely unbearable.

- Jegr's old Indian trick. -Can

it wait till after the weather?

Clouds won't do you, pal.

Listen up!

If you really,

really love someone...

- yank out three dick hairs.

- Dick hairs? That's gross.

Okay, ball hairs.

Yank out three pubes

and stick them

in some pretty-puss's food.

After that, the deadest of dead

fish will grant you three wishes.

You're such a twisted pig!

Yank out your own cock hair, creep.

Hold on!

Now you've really pissed me off.

A person opens his heart,

looks after you like family,

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