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Very good.

How come?

- It won't help.

- What if he doesn't say anything?

Don't worry. He will. He's okay.

I can't get what you see

in that loser. Let alone her.

He makes her laugh, he loves her.

Strange way to show it.

- Goodbye.

- Thanks.

Here...

It's for you, from me.

For my very own cuddly bear.

Here. I can't drag

that bear around all night.

- He didn't tell you?

- What?

Who didn't tell me what?

Maarten.

What should Maarten have told me?

Tony? What's up?

Tooba...

You're upset?

What a stupid question.

- I thought so too when I asked. Of course...

- Of course I'm upset.

And now?

- Now I'll come back to live with you.

- Really?

- You could.

- No I couldn't.

How's it going with Arthur?

Beware, or you'll get the porn version.

Finished crying?

Here comes your in-law.

Hello Doodle.

I got it from an attractive funeralist,

whatever. Maarten?

- No thank you.

- Please.

- What's up?

- I'm going to surprise Arthur.

- Is that a good idea?

- Why not?

- Because you're...

- So much.

- You're jealous.

- And the handsome vet for Doodle?

- Molly, please.

- Only if you behave with Tony.

- Don't wish him dead.

- That's blackmail.

That's right.

Reina, we're going.

I only just sat down.

With your feet on my mother's head.

- Doodle, if I'm not wrong.

- No, that's the dog.

Yes...

Put him on the table.

Hello...

You're that well-built gentleman's

girlfriend?

No.

The fatso is my brother.

- So you didn't make up the gay theory?

- Pardon?

Someone suggested to the gentleman

that Doodle may be gay.

Don't be formal.

That was Reina.

- I have new pills for Doodle.

- Is that good news?

It is for Doodle.

But...

nothing strange...

it has to go up the rear.

Goodness...

I'm Molly.

- I'm Melvin.

- Nice.

- Pardon?

- You are.

You're nice.

- Ready?

- Yes...

You go ahead. Melvin offered me a drink.

Goodness...

That Melvin...

Keep him in one piece.

Let's call.

And Molly:
Love to Tony.

- Tony?

- Yes...

That's my boyfriend.

But he cheated on me, so

he has to be punished. A drink?

- Father Christmas.

- Why are you here?

I'll explain if you open up.

- This isn't the right moment.

- Don't be silly.

My parents are coming.

- That's nice.

- No...

That's not nice.

So...

So?

So dad and mum mustn't know their

handsome son does it with a man?

- Maarten, I live here.

- Yes, here!

You can do it with who you like.

- You can go to bed with a man.

- Excuse me.

I'm cursing my boyfriend because

his parents can't know he's gay.

Hi Dad.

You play?

Sometimes, if I have time.

Carnival des Animaux?

You're a vet.

Maarten is doing Carnival des Animaux

with kids from the music school.

Did you know the composer

completely ignored sea lions?

- That's not fair.

- No, it isn't.

I'll write sea lions for you.

- And now shut up for a minute.

- Really!

- A tummy upset or are congratulations due?

- Congratulations?

Maarten...

I'm pregnant.

Pregnant?

- How long?

- You mean:
Lovely for you!

- How can that be?

- It's not that difficult.

You can't have this...

No more cheese either.

You can't drink this for months.

Stop it, Maarten.

No, you stop, Molly!

You can live together.

Marriage is so old fashioned, okay...

but this is ridiculous!

You're young.

Tony's young.

You don't have a clue

about bringing up a child.

Never sleep in...

you need a babysitter before you go out

and are always worried...

about measles and mumps,

playing outside, sockets, gas cooker.

You don't want that. I know you.

Was it that bad?

What?

Goodness, Molly!

Congratulations.

I'm not happy at all.

I mean...

I'm happy for you and wish it for you.

A man, I mean two men...

and a child...

a family...

and I have four responses

to my personal ad.

The average age is 113.

A child!

Goodness...

Sorry, Molly.

I...

I'm whining...

It's wonderful for you and...

let's celebrate tomorrow.

Okay?

Let's do something nice tomorrow.

We can buy Bugaboos.

Okay.

- Bye then.

- Yes, bye then.

- Hey, why are you here?

- I came to say goodbye.

- Are you leaving?

- No.

No, that's the point. I'm staying.

So this was it.

- Just like that?

- No.

Not just like that.

I have to try again.

- Who says so!?

- I do.

For... for me...

For us.

I have to work. Walk with me?

Yes.

Do you mind?

I'll pretend you didn't ask, okay?

It's just...

We talked and...

it's all over with Tooba and...

and Tony wants to try and I messed up.

What did I do to earn that?

You need to think.

- Wait a sec. You're supposed to be mad.

- I am

But a swan was hit by a car and

a hamster was stood on. I'm on call.

Call me when you're ready.

So, how's Arthur?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- A lunch like that.

You pay and decide what we talk about?

If you want to know: Crap.

I made a scene with his parents

so he never wants to see me again.

But I want to talk about something.

What a surprise.

- You'll be father and I'll be godfather...

- Wait...

- Who said you'd be godfather?

- Of course I will.

- And my brothers?

- Them too, but that's different.

I thought it would be better

to improve our relationship.

- By winning me with wine and oysters?

- What's up, Tony?

I like you as little as you like me...

doing my best because Molly is expecting

and you were unfaithful.

Sorry...

Let's start afresh.

- How are you?

- Shut up, Maarten.

I know this act.

Maybe other people fall for it. Not me.

Everything you do, Maarten...

is to glorify yourself and avoid...

...avoid seeing that

you're own life is a mess.

Now you want to focus on my child.

But I won't have it.

You listen to me, Maarten.

You're the uncle, right? The uncle.

I'm his father.

If he falls over, he comes to me

and I kiss his knee.

If he scores, I'll be cheering

on the side-line as his trainer.

Not you, me!

And hurry up with the white wine!

I'm thirsty.

Nice, eh? Lunching together.

Stop!

Kids, get your things. We're finished.

Maarten has to leave early.

- Tell me once more.

- I said it 3 times.

- It sounds so nice.

- Maarten! Stop it.

Yes... go on, say it.

- Say it.

- Okay!

- I missed you.

- Yes!

- That means you're gay?

- No.

I don't know. I like being with you.

We'll have to see how it goes.

- And your parents?

- They're my parents, not yours.

I'll do it my way.

I'm not ashamed of you but...

I have to do things as I always have.

- I won't put pressure on you.

- Thanks.

- Yes or no?

- What?

- Yes or no?

- What do you mean?

Children or not?

But he is a high earner.

Yes, but not enough

to put up with his breath.

Bye... bye.

Maybe he has an open stomach valve?

Goodness...

Yes, silly of me.

- I'll say I am interested.

- Stop pushing, Debbie.

Thanks, Arthur.

It's a pity you're sexually so deviant.

He's not that deviant.

You tell her.

There's nothing to tell.

Nothing has been decided.

- What...?

- He's moving in.

Well...

Great news, boys.

For you, I have no life at all.

Reina! You'll find someone.

If not move in with us.

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