Grandhotel Page #3

and you spit in his face?

What're you looking at?

Get out of here!

Beat it, man! Do you

need it written down, you psycho?

Can't you do that tomorrow?

Aren't we discovering America

with Mr. Einstein and Miss Liberec?

You said

people should help each other.

Sure, honey.

But only under certain conditions.

Only if you

get something out of it, right?

Since when are you Mother Teresa?

You're such a loser.

I slave away nights

so we can have some fun,

so you won't have to schlep dishes,

so this town will seem fun...

and then she calls me a loser.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Good morning.

- Hi.

- Do you ever eat, say, apples?

- Un-un.

- Doesn't that make you sick?

- No, I like them.

That cloud looks like you eating:

crumbs everywhere.

- And that one looks like you.

- Which? -That cumulus on the left.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hi, what's up?

Okay, how's it going?

- I think that cloud looks more like

Zuzana. -Which cloud? -That one.

It's beautiful. But alone, lonely.

- Smell this. -Smells good.

- Doesn't it stink?

Are you pregnant?

Oh, I guess you'd know.

- Want it?

- No, it's "yoghurt Thursday."

- Want it?

- What a pampered lady...

It's alright.

- What're you staring at?

- Enjoy the soup. -Thanks.

I'm scared

I'll look fat in my bikini.

At least you'll know

if those Kinderkill work.

- Can I tell you something?

- Sure.

I was born with 12 toes.

They cut two off, and the doctor

said I shouldn't worry about it.

- So don't. -But what if he

finds out? I've got little scars.

- Don't take your shoes off.

- So I should swim in my socks?

I don't think anyone's

going to look at your little toes.

- Hey, dopey, what kind of suit

you got? -Why? -Show me.

- I don't have a suit, I got boxers.

- So show me.

Stop squirming and drop your pants.

- Yep, Zuzana's gonna like that.

- Who cares?

You're dumb. Take what comes.

Falling in love is positive.

It's for life. Start with Zuzana

and end up a super master.

- Know how you're gonna do it?

- Yeah... Like normal...

Humpty Dumpty.

Okay, good... Let's go to the dam.

Me and Ilja will take off,

and you'll have time alone.

- Aren't we going to the pool?

I'm not leaving town. -Why?

Well...because it's going to rain.

- Why would it?

- I said it's gonna rain!

Promise me we'll go to the pool.

Take it easy, relax.

I promise. No problem.

Close your fly

or you might get wet, dopey.

- Thought it over, Fleischman?

- It's gonna rain.

- On TV they said it'd be sunny.

- No, I mean about Happy Life!

The car, the radio, the shoes,

the chick--all made in Happy Life.

- Thanks a lot.

- Honey, I'm just trying to help.

- How long were you in America?

- A long time. -A year.

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