Loves of a Blonde Page #3

Don't be crazy!

So you bring them over, okay?

Either the three of us go, or...

Why me alone?

So we'll all go, like I said.

- I'm not going.

- Now we look like bozos.

Come on.

- Where can we go around here?

- An afternoon dance.

Yeah, that's in the afternoon,

but when you don't want to sleep yet,

where do you go?

To the park or to the woods.

Finish it off, then.

Come on.

- My God, how you hold it!

- Drink up.

It's much worse

sipping it like that.

Bottoms up!

Have some more, Jana.

- I can't.

- Yes, you can. You've hardly had any.

This is good stuff we ordered.

Wine is good for you, girls.

After all, when

the vine's growing,

it draws nourishment

from the soil.

All that iron and humidity

from the air

and all that sun shining on it.

That's why it's so expensive.

Come on, have a drink.

All of it, like a man.

To the last drop.

See, you can do it.

There you go-- all of it.

It was good, wasn't it?

Now you, Marie.

Bottoms up!

I don't want anymore.

I don't like it.

You'll get used to it.

They didn't like it either.

I don't want it.

Shall we go for a walk?

Hey, what is this?

Keep playing.

It was fine.

Hey, you, come here. Yes, you.

Come here for a minute.

- Oh, God, this is pointless.

- Let's go, okay?

Let's just agree on something and go.

We'll drink the wine

and have some fun, huh?

If you're not interested,

we'll go back to the barracks.

We'll make it work, won't we?

Andula?

We can't stay here forever.

They're looking at us.

Are we going or not?

We'll be back in a minute, okay?

Where are you going?

We'll be right back.

I thought we could talk a bit more

and then the time will be right.

And then no problem.

We'll each will grab one and--

- I don't feel like going to the woods.

- They didn't really mean the woods.

People just say,

"Let's go to the woods."

In this weather?

They mean outdoors,

not in a room.

Did you think they'd let us

in their dormitory?

No way, unless we pretend to be

an army delegation.

There's no way to get in there.

Don't worry, you wouldn't be

the first to slip in there.

- Where're you going?

- I'm going to bed. There's nothing here.

- Don't be stupid, man.

- What's going on here?

Sit down and quit being an idiot.

Listen, can I ask you something?

Have you ever

cheated on your wife?

Why?

Not "why"--yes or no?

Is this a pub

or a confessional?

Come on, say it.

"I've been unfaithful" or "I haven't."

It's no big deal, right?

Well, that's different.

Come on, let's go home.

- Don't be an idiot again.

- I'm not. He is.

Sit down.

We still have this bottle.

Now he's an idiot, huh?

Go to hell and sit down, and...

just sit.

What a waste of money!

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