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I'm a construction supervisor.

It's a technical story, among men,

but I really like women.

- Don't be silly.

- You're being silly. You started.

Maybe it's better not

to say anything to anyone...

about what didn't happen.

You're in love.

Head over heels.

But he's not gay.

That's a real bummer

That sweet of you, but I'll manage

- Iced tea.

- I don't like iced tea.

Nor do I, but it's fun. With

a little pestle, lemon, ice cube.

You'd rather have a coke?

We'd two-time each other

in the end anyway.

- Why?

- Because that always happens.

- Who says so?

- I do. I know.

So you had a few bad experiences.

So what?

- Tony and I don't cheat on each other.

- It won't be long.

You get so hurtful when you're rejected.

That has nothing to do with it.

Tony and you, that's puppy love.

You need him to get away from me.

That's fine.

- Be realistic.

- We're getting married.

- Don't be silly.

- He asked me.

On his knees. He said forever.

- I'm hungry.

- And I can be myself. No conditions.

He loves me.

- And I love him.

- There must be cookies somewhere.

Excuse me.

You have to keep counting.

- Don't do that.

- What?

- Take out your bad mood on me.

- I did?

Well don't.

Even if you have a good reason.

It's no fun for me.

She's getting married.

And if you try, we can do

a quickstep at the wedding.

You do your best, I'll count

until the cows come home.

Relax!

How can I relax when you act that way?

Maarten and Reiny, it's the foxtrot!

- You did what?

- Told Maarten you asked for my hand.

On your knees.

You think that's a good reason?

I suppose so.

Dearest Molly...

will you marry me?

Yes Tony.

I will marry you.

Well, that's sorted.

Any other wishes?

I'll have pistachio.

No, Malaga.

Maybe hazelnut.

Give me all three.

Hey, Debbie!

Hey, Arthur.

- You lost your keys?

- In my pocket.

I just wanted to see you.

Why?

I just did.

- Want to have dinner sometime?

- I'd love to.

Bye, Debbie.

I'll call you.

Here you are.

Debbie...

Can't you talk to him?

- Sure.

- But?

I agree with him on marrying.

I'm sorry...

you just moved out and

now you're marrying him?

- Why?

- Nice blouse...

- He'll come round.

- How do you know?

Arthur's coming to dinner on Friday.

Are we invited?

- The colour makes you look pasty.

- You're such a nice warm family!

Surprise! It's only us.

- Don't hold in your belly.

- Did he?

Help me, why are you here?

Because you'd only mess this up

on your own.

- Don't say a word at dinner.

- What?

About him, us and me...

you understand.

- That you f***ed?

- Don't! I visualise easily.

We haven't f... It's not your business.

- I mean...

- We can't ask about you two?

There isn't an "us two".

Just Maarten and Arthur.

We are two separate entities.

- But not together yet.

- No, not yet.

- Pity. But Molly and Tony are together.

- I know.

- If you play up, I'm leaving.

- Shut up.

- Maarten's only a little nervous.

- No I'm not!

- What do I look like?

- Absolutely fabulous.

If a little chubby.

Hi, Debbie.

- Nice apron.

- Oh yes, silly.

Hi...

- Can I come in?

- Silly. Of course.

So you're Arthur.

We heard a lot about you.

- It was delicious.

- I have strawberries with...

old balsamic dressing.

We'll send that to Africa.

Please, Molly. Not that funeral music.

Maarten doesn't think it's interesting.

- I inherited all the musical genes.

- It isn't funeral music.

What's wrong with funeral music?

It's just very beautiful.

- Is this a nice topic?

- I fantasise about it a lot.

I want everyone in very cheerful colours

and those drinks with...

champagne and peach.

- Molly, I don't want this.

- Don't be difficult, Maarten. Mimosa.

You want to be buried or cremated?

Buried...

- with my parents under a beautiful stone.

- With what text?

Maarten lies here, skinny at last.

What about you, Reina?

Here lies Reina, a wonderful mother.

- You have children?

- No.

I'd like to have... ten.

Three boys and...

seven girls.

No, I...

was menopausal at 24.

I went to hospital with vague symptoms...

before the doctor mentioned adhesions...

they had taken everything out.

There lay Reina...

alone forever.

You have me.

Yes...

Let's drink to that!

When did you find out

you were gay, Arthur?

Ignore him. He's an actor

who wants attention.

- I'm interested for once.

- It's impertinent.

- You know that. It was on purpose.

- He can ask what he likes.

I'm not at all sure yet.

Not sure or...?

Not at all.

Not sure, I think.

- When do you know? Did you?

- Yes.

I always knew.

- Weird, eh?

- Maarten dreamt...

that he lived in a man's underpants.

- Is it that late?

- I must go.

I could talk about pants all night,

but tomorrow's another day.

Chasing after girls, eh?

What did I say wrong?

- I'll show you out.

- Bye...

- Bye!

- Bye.

- Sorry.

- What for?

- For Tony and that ending.

- It's okay.

It is?

I hadn't expected you

to keep your mouth shut.

It was great fun, Debbie.

Thank you, for everything.

Any time.

That means I choose you.

Me?

And love. My girl.

It went well, didn't it?

Where can I smoke?

There, I'll go with you.

I thought it was an interesting play.

- You were asleep!

- If only! They talked too loud for that.

I liked it.

- You like theatre?

- Not really.

So why did you come?

Your sister invited me.

- I guess I'll order a drink? Beer?

- Please...

- We were good, eh?

- Yes.

Tooba, this is Molly.

Molly, this is Tooba.

Strange name, Tooba...

I didn't know you had a girlfriend.

Yes, we're getting married.

I barely recognised you with clothes on.

You were great.

Hi, Mark.

- You didn't come for me?

- Okay...

I like you, but I'm not in love with you.

And I won't be in the future.

Are you sure?

I'd cheat on you with a girl.

It's sure to happen.

- What if I don't mind?

- I do mind. We only kissed a bit.

It doesn't count.

It does for me.

Are you asking me in for coffee?

No, Debbie. I'm not like that.

Well, I am like that...

but you'd be 34, blonde and female.

Yes...

You don't look after yourself well.

I told you to ignore the mess.

Live with me and I'll look after you badly

You'd like that.

Yes, I would.

- Maarten, I don't...

- Shut up.

Just shut up.

Where's your mummy?

We're going to mummy. Hey! It's you.

- You're cheerful.

- Even you can't help that.

I brought Doodle round. He's allergic to

Carnival des Animaux, even if it's for him.

- I can't reach Molly.

- She'll be home late. Give me Doodle.

Careful...

- Bye...

- Bye.

Maarten, wait!

- Wait! This isn't...

- What?

You mean this isn't how it looks, Tony?

I'm seeing it wrong?

She's gone in five minutes.

This didn't happen.

If you touch another girl,

I'll cut off your thing with a rusty knife.

Five minutes!

Dammit.

- And then?

- I went to see Arthur.

He really looked after me.

- He so understanding. He knows that I...

- I was talking about Molly and Tony.

- Nothing.

- What d'you mean?

I didn't tell Molly.

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