Rabbit Without Ears Page #2
- Year:
- 2007
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and never will.
Then get yourself a new guard.
It's all cordoned off.
We can forget it.
Go cry with the other girls.
I'm getting my shot!
You're so cruel.
Being realistic
doesn't make me a pansy.
Andreas.
- You okay?
- Ludo!
- We need seats in the restaurant.
- Not today.
What are you smiling at?
Lucky I don't smack you one.
What're we going to do?
Has your boss seen the photos
of your party
in the President Suite?
What party?
Remember? The cute mustached guys.
In police uniforms. Were they real?
How about free passes
to our wellness area?
The sundeck has
a fantastic view of the city lights.
Do we look like frustrated wives?
And of the gorgeous, see-through
glass dome over our restaurant.
What will it be? A massage?
A Cleopatra bath? A facial?
We have 10 minutes. What's quick?
- Wellness means relaxation and not...
- Fine. I'll take the massage.
Excellent. Danielle?
Yes.
- Hello.
- Hello.
May I take you to my room?
You may undress there.
Glad to.
Would you give me
the Cleopatra bath?
Of course I will.
Me and a few slutty maids
looking for an extra buck.
It's our special service for perverts
who think this is a cheap brothel.
Okay, sorry. It doesn't hurt to ask.
- So what's the quickest?
- Thorsten!
One full body depilation!
Depilation? Doesn't that hurt?
- It depends.
- On what?
If you have hair or not.
What's that weird squeaking?
It's the sound
of dolphins in the ocean.
It's very relaxing.
Sure having fun, those dolphins.
Dolphins are very social.
- Almost human.
- Ludo, I'm coming!
I think one of them is called Ludo.
Ludo! Ludo!
- Au revoir!
- Au revoir.
Dear friends, my dear Yvonne...
Even if women were made of glass,
you couldn't see through them.
That way. Go.
And my personal opinion on that:
proverbs are often complete nonsense!
- Come on!
- What is this sh*t?
When I first saw you at
the Golden Camera, standing there...
- Ouch!
- Come on!
- Looking at me with those blue eyes.
- I remember, my buttercup...
It's the perfect shot!
- This wax is stuck to the railing.
- Then rip it off.
The hell I will.
Do you know how much that'll hurt?
At that moment I knew...
...that I had fallen in love
with you, with your beauty.
Come and take the damn picture!
Your soul.
Your heart.
Ludo, it's glass! It'll break!
- Your gracefulness.
- "It'll break!"
Panda bear, that's lovely,
but "brevity is the soul of wit."
Watch!
Get to the point.
Is that cracking?
We're hungry.
- Yvonne, I love you.
- It's bullet-proof.
And I want to ask you here and now...
- Did you invite him?
- No, but since he dropped in...
Little man...
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