In Bed

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In bed

Can you hand me my purse?

- Here.

- Thanks.

Want one?

No. Thanks.

What was your last name again?

My last name?

Yes.

You know what I think?

You don't remember my name.

No.

Why do you think that?

People ask for your last name

to get your first name.

A gracious way to ask.

- To ask for the last name.

- Sure.

Or like when you ask

for someone's number

and you hand them a paper

so they'll write their name.

You're wrong there.

Let's see then.

What's my name?

Okay...

We just did it,

and you don't know who I am?

I know who you are.

It's your name I don't remember.

- Same thing.

- No, it's not.

Okay.

Then guess my name.

Constanza.

Fernanda.

Fernanda?

No, Fernandas are like...

Have you noticed

how names describe people?

A friend of mine...

...Ofelia.

She's beautiful...

...spiritual.

Another one.

Beatriz... Classical.

Strong women names.

Guess the name of the daughter

of my building's doorman.

- Tell me.

- You guess.

I'm never going to guess.

"Lady Di. "

Just like that:

"Lady Di Carrasco. "

- Guess the son's name.

- Tell me.

- Guess.

- Come on.

Arnold Sylvester.

- What?

- I swear.

Arnold Sylvester.

They doomed that skinny bastard.

I've got a book on names.

It tells how people will turn out

to be, according to their name.

What does it say about my name?

Claudio.

It says...

Hey.

Claudio is not my name.

Of course it is.

- You're Polo Bustamante's friend.

- No.

- Claudio.

- No.

I'm Polo Bustamante's cousin.

See? You don't know me,

and I don't know you.

Okay, what's your name?

My name is...

Come on, be serious.

- Jonathan.

- Be serious!

I'm serious.

My name is Jonathan.

Jonathan?

My name's Bruno.

- And you are...?

- Daniela.

- Hi.

- Hi.

No, shake strongly.

Don't you hate weak handshakes?

It gives me the creeps! I had

a teacher who shook hands like that.

Stop, it's gross! Don't!

I like a woman with a firm

strong handshake. Come on.

I don't want to.

Come on, do it.

Use all your strength.

Let go of me!

Stop.

Strange circumstances...

You a**hole!

No, let go.

Okay, stop it!

We should remove the quilt.

Why so?

You know how many people

come to motels?

The number of germs

on this quilt?

I wish they were just germs.

- What do you mean?

- There are other things.

What else?

Hair, nails, skin.

Don't be disgusting!

At least the sheets are clean.

I once went through a phase

where I'd clean everything.

Everything repulsed me:

Door knobs, forks,

using a phone after somebody else.

I carried a cloth and alcohol.

I could only use my own bathroom.

- Still carry that cloth?

- No.

That was before. When my parents

were going through their divorce.

I pretended to keep everything

clean and neat.

In order to make amends, I guess.

About relationships?

That sort of thing?

As a compensation.

Your parents...

...why did they split up?

One day my Mom followed Dad

to some apartment.

There she talked to the doorman

and found out

that the man who had been

her husband for 32 years

had a double life.

Then you started cleaning?

Yeah.

I don't know.

I'm squeamish.

I hate germs.

In that case, you shouldn't kiss.

Do you realize that there's nothing

as germ-infested as a kiss?

Seriously. One ml of saliva

carries more germs than...

- Than what?

- I don't know.

- Eating poop is less gross.

- Yuck!

Anyway, this motel is decent.

Once I thought about putting up

a motel with a friend.

It's a very lucrative business.

I was wondering

if anyone died on this bed.

Maybe an old man,

from a heart attack.

Or lovers who killed each other

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