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and a hole in my wallet.

The cab, the club, 3 "Campari Orage"s,

one pack of cigarettes and two coffees...

...I had already spent the whole salary

that I was planning to party on for the whole night.

Can I get you something, sir?

The only thing I wanted...

was a miracle from God.

And now, our cool contest...

....for which "Domident" is offering

a 3.000.000 prize to the winning couple.

It's "the dance with the orange"!

-Shall we compete?

-Do you feel up to it?

If you tell me how to do this, yes.

The beginning position: the couples put the orange

between their foreheads!

During the dance, no matter what,

the orange must not fall on the floor.

You can only use your bodies.

The ones that touch it with their hands

are disqualified.

Finally, we have a winning couple that will

take the 3.000.000 prize from "Domident".

Well, it wasn't meant to be.

Can we get a drink?

What reason could I invent for leaving

a party sponsored by "Domident"?

A toothache.

Obvious, right?

If she didnt believe me...

it's her business.

The Conclusion for the evening was clear:

today's girls were too expensive.

I decided to quit fooling around and

start working seriously on the novel.

Come quick, daddy's on TV!

-What?

-Come on!

Can you hear me? Hello!

Hello, can you hear me? Hello?

-Yes, we can hear you, please ask your question.

-What are you doing, making a fool of yourself again?

Ask him about social security!

social security!

My question is, with all due respect,

if they think that this is the way

things should be in this country, sir.

-This way... how?

-Like they are!

Mr. Gorea, the subject on discussion is the fiscal

reform. Please ask a question to the point.

It's to the point, because all things go wrong

in this country, sir! What do they think?

Thank you for your question.

-Wait, I have one more question for...

-We'll come back after a short break.

-You made a fool of yourself again.

-Bullshit! Clearly they didn't like the question!

They don't like being proved wrong.

"Hey, babe, are you free tonight?"

"Look at you...

you still have baby teeth."

- "Your place, or mine?"

- "Domident. Anywhere."

What are you looking at? You can't

even bring home a toothpaste!

Ovidutz, commercials!

- "Your place, or mine?"

- "Domident. Anywhere."

Hello, Diana?

Ovidiu here.

Ovidiu Gorea.

Robert's Romanian literature teacher.

I'm sorry... I woke you up...

You don't remember?

Umm... we went to this

toothpaste party together...

Yes, I got a toothache, right.

Right.

I wanted to say I saw you

in that commercial on TV...

No, really, I thought

it was very good.

Sure, sure. Ok, I'll let you sleep, and

we'll talk again soon, sure...

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