Memories of a Marriage Page #2

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Right... sorry.

- Sorry.

- We'd like to welcome you all.

Cheers.

What a perfect day

for Regitze's summer party.

- Where did you get all those?

- I bought them. Cheap.

Have you spent all your wages

on flowers?

I only meant to buy a small bunch

because it's Saturday, but then...

- You must be out of your mind.

- What's done is done.

Stop it... listen to me!

You crazy woman!

Don't worry,

I'm not going to make a speech.

I just want to thank you

from the bottom of my heart...

- for inviting Ilse and me today.

Ilse and I go out a lot,

maybe too much, ...

- and we have a load of

business dinners to get through.

And for the most part

it's boring as hell.

We have several acquaintances

we simply have to cultivate.

But we don't have

all that many friends.

And... well, I just want to say...

- that nobody makes us feel

more at home than you, Regitze.

And you too, of course, Karl Aage.

Here's to both of them.

They go back a long way.

Is your Mum very religious

or something?

Only if it's religious to meddle

and make yourself unpopular.

Is it your wedding anniversary

today, Karl Aage?

Or some other anniversary, eh?

Don't ask him,

he's no good at dates.

There's no anniversary.

Pass the herrings, Karl Aage.

I never thought you'd up and marry.

We did the respectable thing

and married before we had children.

But you had John first.

Yes, we had him first.

Why did we get married, Karl Aage?

Your Mum.

Right. People didn't just

live together then.

In sin? Are you

living together in sin?

Well, we were lucky to get

the apartment. It's a bit dark...

Never mind how dark it is!

What's important is

that you're living there together.

- I won't permit it, Regitze.

- You don't have to. It's a fact.

I would never have imagined that

about my only child.

- Soon you'll be telling me...

- No, we're not planning a baby.

We can't afford it yet.

- You just want to enjoy yourselves.

- No, we care for each other.

- Regitze and I are fond of...

- Young man!

Get married.

As a matter of fact

we didn't plan to get married.

Your father wouldn't have approved.

Drink your coffee, Mum.

Dad's dead.

You must come and visit us.

I want you to see my bedspread

and you must feel the mattress.

- Pass the toast, will you?

- Why of course.

Why do the Irish have one full

and one empty glass by the bed?

Well, either they get thirsty

during the night or else they don't.

Have you thought about the

consequences? He might leave you.

Or I might leave him.

But we're not going anywhere

Well, neither am I

until I see a marriage certificate.

- But, Mum...

- In my time people got married!

But you live your immoral lives

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