Aimee & Jaguar Page #2
more word from you,
I'll send you to the maneaters
in Bavaria!
Got it?
- Mommy, who is the General?
Quiet!
"I want to find stars
for you and for me.
Shall I tell you why?
I love you.
You are so beautiful. Jaguar."
No one has ever ... I mean ...
No one has ever written me like this.
Who could it be?
Ernst?
What's wrong?
Should I see if I can get any semolina?
Semolina? Now?
- Yes.
Now!
Want to see something?
Here, have a look.
How can you write such letters?
I only wrote one.
How did she react?
Anything dramatic?
Come on, tell me!
Ilse, it was just for fun.
Nothing but good fun. Nothing else.
Is it "fun" that she can smell Jews?
Is it "fun" that Jews are to blame
for every bomb that falls?
Did she really say that?
- This morning.
What a coincidence.
- Why?
I have a date with her.
- You what?
Maybe she really can.
- What?
- Smell Jews.
Felice, could anything ever stop you?
Oh yes. A lot.
What have you got there?
Oh no!
Thringer? My beloved Thringer sausage.
Is it real?
Yes, from the newspaper office.
This is for you.
The rest is for Grandma
and your parents.
See you later.
God! Ilse. He'll be here in 5 minutes.
Where are my glasses?
- There.
Where?
- Over there.
I'm so nervous. My God! I'm so nervous!
Ilse, how do I look? Good?
- Sure. As always.
Hm?
- Attractive as always.
Bernd! Eberhard! Are you crazy?
I cleaned this room 10 minutes ago!
Take your soldiers! Where are your shoes?
- I have them on.
Off the sofa! Get out of here!
Eberhard, put your shoes on!
We were playing.
- Out!
Get out of there. Ilse!
- Yes?
No! No! Who did that?
- Not me.
- Me neither.
It was a present from Gnther.
He's going to kill us, all of us!
Doesn't matter.
Get your coats on and go!
But not to the zoo again!
- Yes, come on ...
Stop! Who does this belong to?
Me.
Here. Put it on outside.
See you later, my little pet.
Have fun, dear. Give me a kiss.
You, too. Bye bye.
When her beaus came,
Mrs. Wust behaved like a teenager.
She cleaned and scrubbed all day,
so that nothing
would interrupt her tender rendezvous.
Romantic to the bone, she thought
that Felice's letter was from him.
She feverishly awaited the moment
when she could throw
Incomprehensible!
So much trouble for a man.
I tell you something.
They just don't get it.
All anyone ever talks about is food.
We don't have this ...
Hello.
- Or we don't have that.
How's it going, boy? Heil Hitler!
Do you love me?
Tell me, do you love me?
Look at this. Come on, look at it.
Isn't that a tree? Huh? Isn't that a tree?
Princess, isn't that a tree?
Heavens! Is it your husband?
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