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You think it was easy for your grandma?

You didn't even come by at Christmas!

At least I talked to her,

as opposed to you.

You just sit here feeling sorry

for yourself, like you've always done!

- My son died!

- And he was my dad!

Can't you just be honest

and say what you think?

That it's my fault they died.

Yeah, I'm leaving now.

I'll make it.

Yes, okay,

but I'll call you later. Bye.

- I'm making potato dumplings.

- Use plenty of salt.

- It says one teaspoon.

- We always used much more.

Then why did she write

"one teaspoon"?

- The salt used to be much stronger.

- Salt has never been stronger.

Everything was stronger before.

Way too salty.

Perfectly salted.

Poor texture.

The bacon's good.

Yeah, the bacon's good.

You're...

Not much of a cook.

It's vital that you learn to cook.

The German thinks you're pretty now,

but he'll grow tired of your face.

No matter how smart you are,

he'll soon get enough of your chatter.

There's a toolbox in the boathouse.

Hvard will need it tomorrow.

You'd rather walk?

I stood here watching you

f*** Cecilie on the floor.

Huh?

- Or rather trying to.

- Well, you wouldn't sleep with me.

No, you wouldn't sleep with me!

You said -

- it was true love, so we had to wait.

The next moment you were f***ing her.

I didn't know you were there!

You felt hurt.

Aren't you going to answer?

- What is it?

- What it is?

Haven't you left?

"Again and again".

- Huh?

- That's what you should say.

Again and again,

however we know

the landscape of love

and the little churchyard there,

with its sorrowing names

and the frighteningly silent abyss

into which the others fall:

again and again

the two of us walk out

together under the ancient trees,

lie down again and again among

the flowers, face to face with the sky.

Okay.

Anna?

Hvard!

What's she scared of?

I won't let you use those tools.

- Only mine.

- Okay.

In the old days, in Germany,

it took eleven years -

- for a masonry apprentice

to become a master.

This was probably

a confirmation gift.

When he was young,

he never got to be a teenager.

Teenagers weren't

invented until the 50s.

Was your grandma

the first woman he ever had?

One one-night stand,

and it lasts sixty years?

Could you hold this?

So how many one-night stands

have you had? Twenty?

Fifty?

Am I on the list?

- We never had sex.

- We did.

So genital touch is

a one-night stand?

- Whatever could have been.

- That's cheating.

I've just removed 80 %

of the names from the list.

- Which means I beat you.

- By how many?

I'll never stay with one person

for sixty years.

I don't want to be the one

who's left behind.

- Do you need help?

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