Norway

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Next to the cloakroom.

Feed it some change, will you?

You have reached the funeral

home of Dimitris Dimitriou.

Please leave your message

after the tone.

Jim... Jimmy boy.

Your answering machine is

really busting my balls, man!

Pretty soon we'll be exchanging recipes,

your answering machine and I.

I've been waiting all night, man!

Have a heart, buddy...

Look, I'm off now,

Be back in the morrow.

Or you can drop by Cine Star later.

For tea and biscuits.

We can read the Bible or

something...

Later...

What's up, little man?

Looking good!

Were you with Marko?

Is he watching

his films again?

Something like that...

I used to be an actor too,

you know!

No shit! Just like Valentino.

Can you spare some change

for a vermouth?

Hey lady...

you're some kind of lady!

I sure am.

Not a klutz, like you.

OK, that was unfortunate,

but before that...

You were a real angel!

You hardly touched the ground.

So, what makes you tick?

Me?

I love Horis Perideraio...

Aha!

Vangelis...

Aha...

The Synthetics...

Mmmmm

What are you looking for?

I'm looking for something, alright.

Aren't we all?

Don't you ever stop dancing?

If I stop, I'm dead meat.

You already seem

pretty dead to me!

I see. Can't blame me for trying...

I guess my little dance routine

was all for nothing.

What dance routine?

You know, the routine!

Brezhnev...? Nureyev...?

Brilliant!

Never seen you here before...

We should do this

more often, then!

- I have to go.

- What does this loser want now?

Where are you off to?

My name is Zano.

I'm Theresa.

We met earlier.

- I don't remember you.

- Really? How come?

Leave it to me...

you're just a boy.

Let granny show you

how it's done.

Oh my, what big teeth

you have!

F*ck it!

Zano...

Howdy, Zano?

What have you done?

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