Loves of a Blonde Page #4

Give him ten crowns.

Just take the money.

I don't care about the money.

But I care that you sit here

and say nothing the whole time.

Take the money

and leave me alone.

Stop babbling now.

You should have spoken up before.

You two stare like idiots,

while I do all the talking

and now you tell me

these stupid things.

Gentlemen,

this is truly pointless.

- Where are you going?

- Home. You act like children.

You act like retarded teenagers.

- Let's go.

- This a waste of time.

Well, let's go.

You wanted to go. Come on.

We'll go, but not because of me.

- Good Lord.

- Because of whom, then?

- Who was the first to get up?

- A bunch of idiots, aren't we?

But still, they gave us the bottle.

Can't we just go and chat?

I'm not going. Those old geezers

will try to drag us to the woods.

- To the woods. Are you scared?

- Why would I be scared?

You must be

if you say it like that.

Gentlemen, another minute

and I'm gone.

- The girls probably left.

- Why would they?

- Because.

- Because why? Why would they leave?

Would they sit with us all evening

to run off now?

And how could they?

I kept an eye on the door.

- Go and take a look.

- Where?

Where they went.

- I can go and have a look?

- Why not?

- Why not?

- Why can't you go there?

You'd go to their dormitory

but you're scared to go there?

There's a difference

between a ladies room and a dormitory.

- So you go.

- I'll go, but we're wasting a bottle.

See, he can't forget the bottle.

Who do you think you are?

Look at us. A bunch of old farts.

We have to pay the price.

You only get it for free at home,

and in your case I doubt even that.

Really, do you want

to come up for a while?

I trust you.

I could make you tea or something.

Would you like that?

- I trust you but--

- But I don't trust you. See...

- Why?

- Don't tell me you're just chatting.

I mean it.

We're just chatting with them.

- You're not.

- We are too.

I'm going right now.

- Come up, just for a while.

- No.

Just to chat, I promise.

No. I have to go.

- Come up, just for a moment!

- No.

Wait. At least let me

read your palm, all right?

Gentlemen, what's going on?

Hey, look at this.

Drink up.

You too. All of it.

You're no better than the girls.

Drink up.

Take the bottle.

Off we go, gentlemen.

Don't drink it all.

You'll fall asleep in the woods.

Let's go.

Finally.

Where is Andula?

- Over there. She'll be here.

- Will she?

Where is she?

Where are you going?

What is it?

Boys, I'm off to bed.

Good night, girls.

Oh, come on.

Girls, what's this whispering?

Say it out loud.

- We're going too. Good night.

- Good night.

- Go, then.

- So let's go.

- Come on, then.

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