Hemel

Eerste beeld (meisje in bed)

Mercy!

Okay, mercy. Mercy.

So why are you with me?

GENITAL PHASE:

You're sexy with sexy blood.

And sexy spit.

What's up?

Swallow.

A little respect please.

F***.

Jesus.

You little c*nt.

- You liked it last night.

- That was different.

Our little Willy...

Our little Willy...

- Jesus.

- Hey, Willy.

- That's one thing men really hate.

- What?

Nicknames for their prick.

You mean pet names.

King Kong would be a nickname.

Or the Hulk.

Or Goliath,

if your name was David.

But your name isn't David

and Willy clearly isn't Goliath.

That diminutive Y:

Willy, Johnny, Wally.

Oh, it all depends.

Do chicks think it's exciting for men?

And it's exciting for women

to hear themselves called chicks?

All Dutch women are chicks.

You want me to be your sexy girl?

You don't shave, do you?

Why?

You have a hairy c*nt.

Yes.

So what?

I'm not a bushman.

Oh, you're a child molester?

Ever had a mouthful of pubic hair?

So what, you don't shave either.

Hair isn't hygienic.

What you mean, hygienic?

Beautiful isn't hygienic. Sexy isn't

hygienic either. Sex is unhygienic...

by definition. That's the whole point.

I know a man who loved his wife

so much he ate her sh*t.

Christ almighty.

That is love, Willy.

What do blood and sh*t

have to do with love?

What does a bald c*nt

have to do with love?

We were talking about sex.

- You stuck your prick in my sh*t.

- I lost my way.

I couldn't see the wood for the trees.

Or rather the trees for the bush.

Where's the toilet?

Does your girlfriend know

you hide her things?

Before you lure another unshaven girl?

Well...

There, at last...

...is your mons pubis.

I feel like going with you.

Like going home with you.

I have really tasty lips. You see?

And I think you have beautiful lips.

And I have a really wet c*nt.

I have a wet c*nt.

- You want to feel?

- No, no, no...

- Are you drunk?

- I want to go with you.

But I won't go with you.

You think I'm like that? I'm not. Bye.

Sorry. Can I sit beside you?

Would you like a drink?

Will you kiss me?

In the curve of my neck, here?

In that curve.

You're so filthy.

You thought I said 'c*nt', Mohammed.

That's not my name.

You get horny if I say 'c*nt'?

What is 'Heaven' in Moroccan?

I'm an Algerian.

In Algerian then.

Zenda.

Zenda.

Why?

That's my name.

Heaven?

Is that a name?

What did you say?

I said:
'Your eyes are an angel in heaven'.

- You really don't have to.

- I'm not allowed to?

- I don't like after play.

- After play?

Yes, what you're doing now.

Petting after an orgasm.

- Women like it, don't they?

- Not all women.

Real women like real men.

It's more masculine to fall asleep

after sex, like lions.

Algerians aren't animals.

The best lovers are North Africans.

Lions don't waste much time on it.

They come in a few seconds

and fall asleep.

What about the lioness?

I want you to go.

FATHER AND DAUGHTER

You're not wearing lipstick?

Don't do that.

Mercy.

Mercy.

You're sitting on my belly.

I need a sh*t.

- Yes, yes.

- Hurry, I need to go.

- Use the one upstairs.

- It's too cold.

Who's going to be coming?

Everyone.

God Almighty. What a stench.

I told you.

Gijs.

Haven't you dumped her yet?

Break up and then have a party?

Have a party first and then break up?

- Is it the sex?

- No.

You will dress up?

What do you think?

I think it's the shoes.

What you mean?

Well, they're a bit corny.

You think?

You can borrow some of mine.

Bottom shelf.

But not those.

They were my mother's.

Try the blue ones.

Yes.

Is your tour going ahead?

Yes.

Will you come too?

They're a bit small.

So what?

Thanks, anyway.

Bye.

Do you know Heaven?

Of course:
Heaven.

- Cloudless as always.

- This is Emma.

Hello, Emma.

- Anton...

- That's nice.

- She's my girlfriend.

- Of course.

Still happy with your latest acquisition?

- True beauty is a joy forever.

- Right.

I feel a little sorry for the old owner.

- Sympathy only lasts three weeks.

- Goethe, indeed.

Hi, Thomas.

- You've met Heaven?

- Nice introduction.

- My blue heavens above.

- Nice.

- Emma, my girlfriend.

- Your ex-girlfriend.

- I wanted to keep that for later.

- Gijs is good at that.

Excuse us for a moment.

It's very early days.

You're Gijs' daughter.

What was it? Elf? Peace?

- Cold.

- Sun?

Rain.

No, don't tell me. I'll remember.

How did you know?

You don't know it just like that.

I just did.

Was it the sex?

Sex isn't that important.

Since when?

Does he have someone else?

No...

He's not like that.

Really. I'd rather know.

No, really.

He never has two at once.

We can still meet, can't we?

You know what Gijs says?

Every relationship will only last

as long as it lasts.

You have no influence on that.

You know what your problem is?

You give so little back.

WHERE GOD LIVES:

You can't do that!

- Can I put this on?

- Sure.

Darling...

just take your time

listen to what I have to say

I said I'm sorry.

If I look into your eyes

I see so much pain.

I ask myself how I could have

been so stupid

no, I never want to lose you

Jimmy, ouch.

Ou, that hurts.

Hi, it's me.

Which number was it?

Okay, see you in a minute.

Hi.

Congratulations.

Welcome to the wonderful

world of adulthood.

- Come in.

- I forgot my present.

Guys, my sister.

Hi.

My sister.

I didn't know you had a sister.

I'm his stepsister.

His ex-stepsister actually.

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