All About Anna

A friend once said that every woman

needs three men:

One for adventure and fun,

one for stimulating conversation, -

- and one for good sex.

Johan was all three.

I've got one, I've got one!

It was too good to be true,

of course.

Johan's need for adventure

pulled him off to the Arctic.

He was going to be away

for three months.

After a couple of months

I stopped receiving letters.

That was five years ago.

Once I had a sweetheart

and now I have none

once I had a sweetheart

and now I have none

he's gone and left me

he's gone and left me

he's gone and left me

to sorrow and mourn

last night in sweet slumber

I dreamed I did see

last night in sweet slumber

I dreamed I did see

my own precious jewel

sat smiling by me

my own precious jewel

sat smiling by me

but when I awakened

I found it not so

but when I awakened

I found it not so

my eyes like some fountain

with tears overflowed

my eyes like some fountain

with tears overflowed

once I had a sweetheart

and now I have none

once I had a sweetheart

and now I have none

he's gone and left me

he's gone and left me

he's gone and left me

to sorrow and mourn.

Tired of crying over Johan,

I had learned my lesson.

I was going to master my emotions.

I was not a victim of love.

From now on,

it was going to be all about fun.

From now on,

I would be living life to the hilt.

It worked.

Strangers without strings.

No commitment,

no casualties.

Although one of them

tagged along:
Frank.

He was sweet and steady.

He took good care of me.

Hi Mum, it's me, Frank. I have

a very good friend staying with me.

She's got a bad headache.

What do I have to do about it?

You know,

a cure or something like that.

A what? Aspirin? OK.

Hey!

The sex was good, the

conversation fine and, thank God, -

- Frank didn't have

an adventurous bone in his body.

My guard dropped.

When I got a new flat -

- I was close to letting him move in.

Hi, darling.

Wait a minute. I just have to finish

the upper part here.

I'm not really sure about this.

I think I'll go with the white.

Can you...?

Anna? I was thinking about...

What if I... you know?

Come on, Frank.

This does look like diarrhoea.

And now you do.

Sh*t!

Oh sh*t, it's for me.

The first one to call my flat.

I wonder who it could be.

It's Frank.

Oh, hi Mum.

Yeah, sure.

All right. Bye.

I thought we said twelve.

Johan was back.

See you. Gotta run.

A blast from the past.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd never see you again.

Let's just say

I've had my fill of adventure.

Are you going to help me, or what?

- Where do you want this?

- Oh, I don't know.

I really didn't expect you

this early.

Looks like I'm a few years too late.

- Was that the lucky guy?

- Frank, he's... he's not...

Stop flirting with the customers.

We're late.

My loss.

Gone as suddenly as he came.

A mirage from my lost love life.

I figured I'd never see him again.

I really tried to keep up the thing

with Frank. But I had this feeling.

I told him he couldn't move in,

to protect him as well as myself.

Right?

Putting up that ad

was the beginning of the end.

Hi, Anna. What are you doing?

I thought you said

you needed to be alone.

50 people called,

but I chose the one single woman -

- who shared my views on love

and commitment:
Camilla.

Hello, darling!

I know I haven't moved in yet, -

- but welcome to

our housewarming! Surprise!

Sorry to drag you away

from your party.

That's OK.

It was actually starting to annoy me.

Look, I know

this sounds a bit corny but...

I don't suppose this

belongs to you, does it?

I found it in the back of the van.

Well then, let's see if it fits.

So...

Would you like a beer?

You're missing the party.

Who's this man?

I know this is technically

trespassing, but...

I felt bad about leaving

last night.

Anna?

- Are you making some coffee?

- Yeah...

- No, I'm about to have a shower.

- Why don't you join me first?

F***!

See this?

Frank had no idea whose phone

number he erased. He meant well.

Still, I used the incident

as an excuse to break up.

I figured a clean cut

was best for both of us.

Can I talk with Johan, please?

But you do!

He moved my stuff just two days ago.

Can I leave him a message?

Can you get me his phone number?

But I'm an old friend!

I'm gonna treat this poor single

woman to a night on the town.

Here's my dress.

The one Carlos bought me in Rome.

The one I told you about.

The one with the little penis.

It doesn't fit me in the b*obs.

They're too swollen at the moment.

But it'll fit you.

- Thank you, but I'm not in the mood.

- It'll look great on you!

It's a real guy-puller.

Do you know how many times

I've been f***ed in this dress?

Every time I go out:

Whoa, someone's there.

- Champagne?

- I just need to get organised, OK?

Whatever. I'm going out.

What about the washing up?

This is not a hotel.

Careful you don't start

sounding like my mother.

I could have tried harder

to find Johan.

But hey, he was the one

who knew where I lived.

Obviously, this was just

another adventure of his, -

- and I wasn't crying

over him again.

If it could be a bit more...

Good, hard, honest work

can take your mind off anything.

I'd designed the costumes for a

small play that was a huge success.

One night, this French guy

was visiting the theatre.

...at the end of Act II I fell down

the stairs. Everyone was laughing.

- This is Pierre Gaultier.

- The top name at the Palais Royale.

This is Miss Olsen,

who plays the captain's first wife.

- How lovely.

- It's an honour to meet you.

- And who is this lovely creature?

- This is Anna, our costume designer.

- Enchant.

- Nice to meet you, too.

Mr. Gaultier is artistic director

at the Palais Royale.

- In Paris?

- Oui, my flower.

Your work is magnifique. I want you

to make costumes for our next play.

- Me, in Paris?

- Can you make big birds?

I want feathers and wings

and beaks.

That depends. Making flashy

costumes just for show -

- doesn't really challenge me.

A costume should be

an extension of the character...

...and show the audience

who the character is inside.

That's what inspires me.

Perhaps if you told more

about the play?

Take my card. I will meet you

tomorrow to discuss the details.

I'll call you then.

Of course, the next day

we had excellent reviews, -

- and I could find sponsors

all over France.

Pierre's offer wasn't only a career

move, but an opportunity to do -

- what was best for me. A chance

to get away from loud girlfriends -

- and old lovers, who popped up

when they felt like it.

Why wouldn't I say yes?

- So, do you want the job?

- Yeah, please. I love birds.

She's a bird with fancy feathers

walking through the room

local lady of design

who makes all your costumes

she will write you on a ticket

take you for a ride

wake up in the morning

will she be there by your side?

We're going all the way,

all the way

all the way

birds of a feather flock together

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