Bread and Milk Page #4

It was twenty years ago,

you two weren't an item then.

Don't you f*** off me!

I just wanna know.

Tell me, did you lay her...?

- Just tell him, would you?

You shut up! You sat on the bed,

or what? Did you sit on the bed?

Did you talk on the bed?

C'mon, tell me! Did you

do her or not? -I did, I did,

so what? -Fine. So, you laid her.

Was it so hard to say?

So you laid her.

What's the big deal? -F*** off.

You laid her, though.

Wha'do you want? Just tell me.

- I'm not puttin' on airs.

You think you're the boss

just because you were born?

I don't. -Yeah, right.

F*** your service!

Sonja's more sentimental;

more sentimental than you.

Y'want me to use my Ljubljana

accent? She's more sen-imenal,

more sen-imenal. She's not...

you know what I mean, sh*t!

What? Switzerland, mitzerland?

You... Swiss f***in' a**hole..

Sh*t! Just drop it. I don'wanna

start insultin'. -Yeah, well...

Am I insultin' you? Am I? No,

tell me. Just say it, my friend.

I'm, I'm not what matters, sh*t.

- You are what matters, f***.

Y're what matters most in this

world. Y'know that?

Can I kiss you?

Can I give you a kiss? I love you.

What's this? -A valkman.

- A walkman?

You call this a walkman? It's not

a valkman, but a walkman.

Walkman. -They sold this kinda

sh*t in China, before they

invented papyrus. Take it home.

What're you waiting for?

Who invented papyrus, huh?

The Egyptians. -No, the Chinese!

All right, give it here.

Sorry, I... -With Sonja?

Wh-what? -With Sonja?

Oh, who do I share a son with?

With'yeah... Sweeeden,

Sweeeden!

So what's he like?

Who? -Your son, ...who else.

He's beautiful.

Oh man is he beautiful!

He's, he's not like ...like Ivo.

Ivo! -Yeah?

You're ugly! -You're, you're...

- You're even uglier.

You're an'idiot.

My son is so handsome.

An' he loves music. Music!

An' you're a drunk, sh*t.

- He loves music.

He loves Mozart, and Beethoven...

- Now you f***ed it all up... sh*t.

F*** off, music's better than your

"f*** off Mazda"... -Yeah...

A damn weed smoker... that's

what my mom would call me.

Piss off!

Yeah, riiight!

He loves animal, animal he loves.

D'you know how much

he loves animals? -You f***ed up,

you f***ed it all up...

Sweeeden, Sweeeden!

An' he likes tigers, ...an' he

likes elephants ...Ivo!

What're you simulating,

c'mon here! Come here! Let's go!

Going to town in the evening,

we're going to town,

let's go find some women,

let's go drink a few beers...

Dirty road, dark quarter,

neon lights, shinin' red,

tall boots, short skirts,

slicked hair, Latino style!

Fight here! Murder there!

Rape, drugs, rock and roll!

Fight here! Murder there!

Rape, drugs, rock and roll!

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