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Why'd you say that?

That's why you're crying?

What's wrong?

Somebody told you that?

Who told you that?

Tell me. I'll punch his lights out.

Who said that?

Who's the idiot who told you that?

Only a guy with a small dick

says that, babe.

Your p*ssy is...

It's like a mouth.

Without teeth.

Just ideal.

A p*ssy like an old lady's mouth.

- No, seriously.

- Who told you that?

My...

Tell me, which a**hole said that?

My ex-husband.

Before he left?

As grounds for...

separation.

Your p*ssy's like that, ciao.

I gotta go, I found a chick

with one like that.

Right?

- Cool guy.

- Exactly.

You married a great guy.

You've gotta stop

meeting jerks, you know.

You're not a jerk, are you?

No

Huge hesitation.

I'm not a jerk, l'm...

the king of jerks.

Get it?

I thought as much.

I'm the captain,

send them along...

I love you.

You can't love me so soon.

Can't I?

No.

What time is it?

I'll wait ten minutes.

I'm not asking for that much.

Five?

We'll just rotate your leg a little.

You can't extend it further?

That's as far as it goes?

We'll make do with that.

Hold still.

Here we go. Stay very still.

Yes,

see.

The knee's swollen again.

There we are, 60.

Rmi has some work to do.

First to get the swelling down.

Then to recover mobility.

What's up?

- l was passing by.

- You said not to expect you.

Wendy!

- Hey there!

- Hello.

Show the lady...

to table 4.

Evening.

Fire me up another king prawns, please.

For table 8.

We'll take good care of you.

Remember me?

Sure, at the wedding.

And the nightclub.

You smoke?

No.

There's a smoke shop opposite.

You stole my man.

You could at least

buy me a pack of cigarettes.

- What are you doing?

- Chatting.

You need sugar?

On the bar.

see. I'm not welcome.

Well spotted.

Excuse me. Do your thing.

Cheers!

Who is that girl?

Agnes.

But to you?

We were together five years,

broke up three years ago.

She's a bit strange.

She's not well, on antidepressants.

I've become a kind of brother.

Or mother, I don't know.

She sensed someone new in my life

and she came to stir sh*t.

It's the first time there's someone new

since you broke up?

Yes.

What's that mean?

You don't meet someone new

every five minutes.

Or I don't.

You, maybe.

On a lighter note,

the chef has prepared for you, miss,

king prawns

roasted in armagnac, Catalan style.

Sound good?

That pot, there.

Gentlemen, you're done. Finished.

- Nearly done.

- No, you're done.

Thank you.

- Enjoy your evening.

- You too.

I want this place tidy!

- Fast.

- What are you doing?

Tidy!

Georgio!

Joseph!

I'd like you to meet

the love of my life!

Welcome to my humble dispensary, miss.

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