The Happiest Girl in the World

So, how do you feel?

Does it hurt?

Delia!

No... It doesn't.

It's... everywhere.

We'll stop at a gas station

so you can go to the bathroom.

- What do you say?

- Fine.

We have to stop anyway...

I think we're almost there, right?

Yeah.

And I'll fill up the water bottle.

The windscreen's covered

with dead flies.

THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD

Take it.

Be careful not to crease it.

Are we there yet?

Here sweetie, take a sip

and you'll feel better.

- Leave me alone. You know I hate it!

- Take it!

Is it really sweet at least?

Use saccharine.

What do I stir it with?

Lt'll do you good.

I've been through this, I know better.

Give it back to me.

You have to get better, sweetie.

You're so pale.

Look, it's empty!

How often do I have to tell you

not to slam the damn door?

Sorry!

Careful where you stand.

Who knows who's been here!

No, I'm standing on these.

- Feeling better?

- A little.

It's the excitement and your feet,

because you don't wear socks.

It'll harm your ovaries.

It's that crappy car.

The smell makes me sick.

It has nothing to do with the smell.

It stinks of gasoline and whatever

you use... stain remover.

You felt exactly

the same last month too.

This is a cross we bear.

We're women and that's it.

But everything falls into place

after giving birth.

You'll see when you grow up.

Take it.

But it's the last one.

Take those.

I will.

Look how creased it is!

Like I'd never ironed it!

Let's see.

Do this.

You look great, baby.

How elegant we look! Ready?

Yes.

Let's go.

I should clean up the plate...

They'll fine you for nothing.

You should get dressed.

What are you doing?

Let go of the spray can.

- Are we late?

- Yeah. Let's go, Delia.

- Can we make another little stop?

- Patience!

- What's the time? Half past...?

- Twenty to...

We don't have much time left.

Are you sick again?

A little.

We can't stop, Delia.

We're late.

We'll stop on our way back.

- Are you excited? Because I am.

- What do you think?

I was just asking,

I didn't hit you with the ax.

No, I'm not.

Was it so hard to answer?

Well, I've answered.

Don't pull away so fast...

And... we're here.

- You can't park here.

- Where can we go?

Go around to the other side

of the building.

Just a sec,

let me out.

There's so many of them!

Of who? People?

- This is serious business!

- We'll see about that...

You never know

with them Bucharest people...

This is a slaughterhouse!

They say there's

and over 1 million in transit,

every day.

Careful not to scratch that one!

Well, I'll go meet Costel.

- Didn't you say he'd come here?

- I don't know.

He said in front of the statues,

over there.

We'll see what he has to say.

You're just leaving us here?!

What should I do?

Keep you company?!

At least take us there to see

what's going on, what's to be done.

Okay... Let's go.

Shall I go faster?

- Close the door.

- Okay.

Let's go!

Silence!

Roll camera!

Rolling...

And action!

Who do you think

is the owner of this gorgeous car?

Mr. Constantin Manea from Calarasi

which means... it's mine.

Go away, please...

We're filming here.

- We have business here, too.

- And... cut!

- You? Extras?

- We're with her.

Any problem?

- I can handle it.

- I'm her mother.

We spoke with Mr. Arvunescu

on the phone, he's expecting us.

Right. What's the name?

- Delia Fratila.

- Fratila...

- Let's do another one! Fast!

- Just a bit...

Wait a sec, please.

Hey! Yo! Sir...

Livelier, Mr. Manea! Joyfully!

Attention! Roll camera...

- Nice to meet you, madam, miss...

- Action!

I'm lulian Arvunescu,

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