Knallhart daneben Page #2

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- Never did it at my school.

See, you're that old.

- I just hit 30. Take it back.

Oh mom.

Could you lend me money?

For the the sleep over

at Crille and Matze.

I'm a bit tight.

Take 10 Euro.

Lasts for one day.

- Then take 20.

Could you leave me your key?

- Why?

You're gone anyway.

- So what?

I met a super cute guy.

An artist without an apartment.

He can stay here meanwhile.

- What?

Don't make a fuss!

- A bum stays in my room?

He is not a bum. He's an artist.

- That dude shares my mattress?

Are you out of your mind?

What's up with you?

How dare you talk like this?

He sleeps in my room.

On my mattress. - B*tch!

I'm sorry.

- Didn't hurt!

Better now?

What about the money?

- Or 5 six packs.

Probably also some food.

- Are you crazy. Let's take a vote.

Who's for beer?

Majority. Let's go.

Ashkem,

could you open the door?

I've been waiting for 2 days.

You didn't show.

Please, brought also stuff along.

- F*** you!

You embarass us.

- You embarass me.

I'm sick of your sh*t.

Hide.

One gets children by f***ing, stupid.

- I love you.

Don't embarass us.

- You embarass my family.

I swear, I ...

You retard!

What kind of father are you?

Ashkem, open up!

- No way, you victim, f*** face!

Gross. (Loud) You annoy me, too.

Ashkem, please open up.

I'm coming.

Where should we put him?

- Bathroom, man.

Get the toilet rolls.

The balcony with fresh

air would be better.

He can puke all day here.

Who needs fresh air?

Cleans your mind. Klaus does it

this way. - What?

Walks into the forest,

pukes then jogs.

Isn't fair. Rich people always

have the most fun.

As if you would jog.

Like I said.

Does he still do it?

- Klaus jogs every weekend.

Not jogging,

I meant drinking?

On weekends?

- On weekends?

Interesting.

What's upstairs?

Let's get off.

Did you clear out

the medicine cabinet?

Could sell this stuff as drugs

at school, like valium.

Not bad.

- It was way too easy.

Yes, man.

- F***, man.

Show us yours.

- I took pictures and stuff.

Crap!

- This is art.

It's a certificate of ownership

of the moon. Valuable!

I got also a dagger.

- He owns it since he's 12.

I wasn't even allowed to touch it.

- Then it's yours.

What did you take?

- I got us plastic.

Camera!

How much should I enter?

A million.

- Idiot, no ATM spits out that much.

Enter maximum.

More.

Doesn't work.

- Enter 9999!

Doesn't work either, that's it.

- How much?

- Do it again.

Won't work. There's a limit.

- Never seen that much.

Don't bust it.

I need a short break. Hey!

Hi Michael.

You're Michael, right?

I'm Rainer. - Hi.

I just need to take a shower.

Don't feel disrupted.

Good for your mother to show.

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