De kleine blonde dood Page #3

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You're so funny.

If I was funny, life would

be a lot easier.

A nice, funny life.

A nice, funny holiday.

Don't you love your son?

Are you starting that again?

I wonder what you feel when

we're on holiday with the three of us.

I feel, you feel, he feels, we feel,

they feel.

Can't you talk normally?

Am I allowed to feel nothing?

Is that allowed too?

Thank you. I feel nothing.

Except for sand up my ass.

You're here out of your own

free will.

Because I'm a noble soul and I'm

true to my word.

If you were really noble, you would

already have moved in with us.

No, I'm noble, not masochistic.

You're really funny.

Well, circumstances are good.

Nice sun, good company.

You're an obnoxious little fellow.

Do you know what you said the night

we made Micky?

You're such a b*tch.

Such an incredible b*tch.

So sweet, you said. So sweet.

Only five more days. Only five

more days.

I'm going back. I'm tired.

We ran out of vodka and whiskey,

if that's what you had in mind.

If we were dead, then you'd miss us.

Nice atmosphere.

Can the sun fall down?

- No, Micky.

It does so at night.

- Yes.

Look, butterflies.

Do you know what kind of butterflies?

- White ones.

Yes, but what's their name?

Henk.

- No.

It's the green-veined white or

pieris napi.

Do you know which language that is?

- Chinese.

No, Latin.

Let's go catch them.

- No, you might get lost.

Let's sit down. I'm tired.

- I'm not tired at all.

How many days until my birthday?

A couple of weeks.

I want a big white bear for

my birthday.

You're too old for that.

- No.

Yes, you are. -No.

- Yes.

Can I have another ice cream?

No, no, no!

Valentijn, I'm sick.

I think I have to puke.

Sh*t!

Don't think about it. Just don't.

I have a headache. I'm tired.

I can't walk.

He needs oranges. Vitamins.

Mieke, he just puked.

Close your eyes and sleep.

It was a nice day today.

- Yes, it was fun.

Can butterflies puke?

Butterflies? No, they can't.

And white bears?

Micky, sleep now.

Sleep.

We still have to look for fleas.

How long will the holiday last?

Five more days.

- Oh, that's very long.

Yes, that's very long.

Sleep well.

Good night.

Bye, Mick.

I want another Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary!

I keep dreaming things

I can't sing.

Hello?

Telephone!

Yes. What?

That's strange. Are you sure it

was 9:
30?

It says 11:
30 in my agenda.

Alright, I'll be right there.

Have we met before?

Bloody Mary.

Valentijn.

No, Dieudonne.

Call me Dd.

Oh, Bloody Mary.

Go, you're in a hurry.

Important meeting?

No, just a request to translate all

Baudelaire's poetry.

For a big publisher.

Two years of work.

Very exciting.

That way we can already create

some publicity.

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