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To prove it to you.

Mathematically.

We know what

the average is, don't we?

Are you from the f***ing

Bureau of Statistics?

OK, I'm a little vibrator.

So small that they

don't make them like that.

So small that they

don't make them like that!

Apart from for key rings.

Apart from for key rings.

I'm hungry. Anything to eat?

This isn't a bed and breakfast!

We need to charge his batteries.

I'll rustle something up...

I'm going to have a shower.

You were just faking it?

Huh?

Those screams.

You were faking it?

Were you faking it or not?

- Don't you know me?

- It was the same as with me.

It's better with you.

You're comparing us?!

Oh, come on, please...

You never scream with me.

As if that's what it's about.

So what's it about, then?

The real thing?

You want to have the real thing?

Stela, calm down.

You screwed him?

Yes, just now.

I don't mean that!

You screwed him before?

You're obsessed with guys.

What are you on about?

Look at what you've got

framed on the wall.

That's the only thing

my old man gave me

before he left

to get cigarettes.

Yeah, the nearest shop

was in Munich.

But it was still a present.

A present?

They were handing them out free.

The bastard didn't

spend a penny for it.

To recap...

...you like guys more than me,

and you even have

one framed on the wall.

But it's Zagi the Squirrel.

Zagi's a male squirrel!

Aren't all squirrels female?!

Where is he?

Stela, where is he?

Maybe his battery's gone flat.

These are yummy sandwiches!

All the more for us.

Hey, if you put an ice-cream

cone against your ear,

you can hear

the ice-cream factory!

What now?

Wait, wait!

No stopping til the job's done.

No, I'm serious, wait!

I've got a cramp.

So what?

You keep on getting cramps.

No, I mean it. I've got

a cramp in my leg! Ow!

I've heard a lot,

but never one like this.

How can you get a cramp

from shagging? Jesus...

It's like I've been

stabbed with a knife.

Have you got some sort

of childhood trauma?

Oh, f*** off.

Turn the light on.

You could walk

round the room a bit.

And I could sing a bit as well.

Go on, so I can see you better.

To see you better...

You're obsessed with sex.

A-ha, it bothers you?

No.

Where are you off to now?

Where are you off to now?

I'm calling Information.

It's ringing.

Oh, really?

Hello, Information? What should

we do about a leg cramp?

You don't give such information.

Thank you. Goodbye.

They say to call an ambulance.

Yes?

Shall we call an ambulance?

No. It's gone.

What do you want to do?

I want to play cards.

You want to play cards...

Yes.

Do you want to sing in the mike?

No, I want to play

cards on the table.

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