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What do I owe you?

184 dinars.

- Keep the change.

- Thanks.

- Here you are.

- Thank you. Good bye.

Bye, neighbor.

Save 15 loaves for me.

I prefer the off-white.

Mind brewing me a coffee?

I'm a poor widower.

- Want some c*nt as well?

- Lf it's available.

There's a bar where you can get

both c*nt and coffee.

Don't molest my clients.

I wanted to lend my neighbor

a helping hand.

Neighbors should stick together.

See that bare land?

I plan to create a village green

with my bare hands.

I'll plant grass and marigolds.

Even box trees.

Not for my own sake, for us all.

Plant some coffee.

If it grows,

I promise to show you both my tits.

Show me one.

Don't dare get that sweaty again,

you little biker.

You're as heavy as lead.

- Say night to Dad.

- Night.

Night.

- I can ride a bike.

- And scrape your knee.

Easy come, easy go.

Like you say.

- You should have seen me.

- You're too little to be a big shot.

- Ask Dad.

- Will do. Now sleep.

Will you make more pudding?

Sure, now that you can ride a bike.

How are the rehearsals?

Only half were there.

Half were out drinking.

- I'm wasting my time.

- At the National Theatre.

- I'd love to waste time there.

- I hate this suburb and its people.

- He didn't put his toys away.

- I'll do that. - Please do.

Is any pudding left?

Yes, if you deserve it.

Has anything happened?

I've blossomed

since we moved to New Belgrade.

My doctor asks me what I lack

and how I feel when I'm sick.

All I need is a little dick.

How could he do that to her?

- She'll get her way with him.

- A slut!

Look at that.

On a night shift, neighbor?

Some get off.

Others work their balls off.

Just wait until I'm done.

What?

- Number 22.

- What 22?

- Door 22.

- It's there.

We're closed.

You're a big help.

- Pudding.

- Thanks.

When are you going to fix the TV?

Is that a good idea?

Why?

You're more relaxed

since we stopped getting war reports.

I have no news from Croatia.

The phones are out.

We're incommunicado.

- TV is not a very reliable source.

- You don't give a hoot.

Where are you putting that?

- Over here.

- No, we said we'd put it here.

We're safe from war here.

If only I hit it off with your mother!

You don't.

- Here we have all we need to live...

- Here?

Ostoja keeps grilling me.

Put your things where they belong.

Okay, let me do it.

He's only trying to help.

He asks if I eat sausage

or like rivers.

Those old hags keep whispering.

- I haven't noticed.

It's not my way.

- Want to change them?

- No!

But I don't want them

to change me either.

I'm sorry for Petar.

- Good evening.

- Are you Ms. Zorica by any chance?

She lives across the hall.

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