Lejdis Page #4

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The chairman is eating out

of Tomek's hand.

Writing is worse

than correcting this sh*t.

Korba, you're stupid.

And Marek?

- Maybe Asian peeling?

- I'm serious!

- So am I.

- We have to tell Lucy.

- And make her life miserable.

- Don't exaggerate.

- I'll buy her a present.

- Maybe give her the piano!

Oh, f***! I forgot

they're standing outside!

- Tomek's problem!

- Tomek's away!

He's on his survival camp.

Drinking dirty water,

f***ing around with swords

and no phone, moron!

Speaking of morons,

we have to talk to Marek.

Jesus, what will he tell you?

"It's not what you think!

I don't know what got into me!

I love Lucy"?

I love their excuses.

That's my little fetish.

But maybe? I know!

We'll make him sign

a prenuptial!

- Call Goka, we need a lawyer.

- Goka is in Brussels.

- Artur is fertilizing her.

- Again?

- Hello?

- Hi, hi!

I'm so glad you came!

Yeah, I came...

Hi, Istvan, how are you?

You want to talk to Artur?

No... Yes, yes! To Artur!

What time is it?

Artur is taking a bath.

Oh. He's taking a bath...

- And how are you, Gosia?

- Me? I'm fine!

I'm pregnant!

Artur didn't tell me anything!

I've been pregnant since

- Who called?

- Wrong number.

- Who?

- Wrong number.

- How are you feeling, honey?

- Fantastic.

Girl, we had an appointment!

Move, move!

Damn...

- Good morning!

- He won't answer.

- Is he a deaf mute?

- No, a Spanish juggler.

Where the f***

did you find him?

At a sale...

- Sweetie!

- Daddy.

- You remembered about me at last...

- Actually,

- I was at Korba's place...

- Good morning, Karolina.

Maybe you'd persuade her

to come to my place sometime.

- Dad! I do come.

- But she comes.

- Who is that?

- It's...

- A friend.

- A Latino? I hate Latinos.

- No. Spanish.

- The same scum...

- Dad! It's Korba's friend!

- Rather a one-time tour.

- So, we have to be going, right...

- So do I. To the housing office.

Goodbye.

I forgot your mother's affair

with a tenor from Argentina.

He was a baritone...

A f***ing baritone from the Pampas.

It's not like that, girls.

It's not what you think.

I don't know why, I love ucja.

- I swear I'll kick the sh*t out of him.

- Girls, show some empathy.

Exactly! Empathy.

It's some kind of Asian soup?

I know only about Asian peeling.

It's my brother...

Yeah... He's got tits the size

of melons and his name is Joanna.

It really is my brother.

- He's disabled.

- Does it run in your family?

Jesus Christ, Baej.

Korba, help!

A towel!

Now give me the syringe!

And the ampoule! There!

Girls, wait in the other room!

Let's go.

Now calm down, calm down!

Shut up.

It's been like this for 13 years,

and it's getting worse and worse.

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