Bread and Milk Page #3

changed the washer.

Who are you hitting?

Think you're Rambo?

I'm f***in' sick of you.

- You're Rambo...

Look who's here, fellas! Ivan!

Where the hell have you been?

Look, we're just playing.

Sit down! -Now you can

play, the table's full!

Oh, here's our girl! -Jasna,

sweetheart... gimme a schnaps!

The drinks are on me,

or better on the Fishing club.

Do you have any dineros?

- What?

How much do you have?

- I've got millions!

You're going to cry...

Take it easy!

- What's wrong?

What do you have with my son?

What do you... -No wait, Ivan!

Ivan... Calm down!

- Sorry, sorry.

Are we gonna play or not?

- Is the bread black or white?

- Let's play! -Half white...

Your eyes... are sparkling

in a special light, I told her...

Give us a break!

- Are you losing?

It's the loser, who always

rattles on! F***in' hippy!

Get a haircut!

Aah! -You can even have

my sister for that one!

Your eyes... are sparkling

in a special light...

and then I asked here:

Do you want to make love?

Do you want to make love!!!

- Stop it! Stop it!

Hello! Police? I'm calling from

the Tavern. Yeah, the waitress...

There's a fight here! Come quick?

No no... -Wait, ... here you go.

-... come on, you got it all...

Sit down, sit down nicely...

on the chair... nice'n'easy...

Where's the bread?

- Under the table...

Under the table?

Cut the crap...

where's the waitress?

I found the bread!

Slowly...

You gave him a drink again!

You gave him a drink again!

Hey lady! Calm down!

Leave me alone!

- You gave him a drink again!

Leave me alone!

Let go of me!

Sh*t!

Robi... sonny... mama,

mama... said...

later... tomorrow...

Gimme a break!

Screw her!

Ma'am, come on. Go home.

It all be alright, just go home.

OK? -OK.

Get the hell out! I don't want to

see you here again. Is that clear?

What are you yelling for, idiot.

People are sleeping.

People are sleeping

Intelligent people are sleeping...

Dad!

Hey, let go of me...

hey, let me go!

I'm going in!

Let me go!

Let go of me...

Let me go...

Mama!!! Mama!!!

Mama!!!

Who... who made this mess?

Who made... this mess? Who?

IF THIS TOWN IS EDEN,

THEN THIS TAVERN IS THE APPLE

Hey wind-vagabond,

give us your hand,

lazy moon, sooner behind us,

we keep moving on ...

I'll take you to the seashore,

we'll go to Budva,

'cause the pebbles there

are nicer than here...

and then I'm gonna buy

a rubber boat, with a motor...

You'll drive it, Robi.

Then we'll gather sea urchins,

and dry them in the sun...

Just the three of us, three.

Now I'm gonna go home,

quickly... quickly home,

quickly home, quickly home...

white, white bread...

no, it's half white and half ...

black bread and white bread ...

Sonja ...

Sonja, my sunshine...

Sonja...

Robi!

Robi open up!

Did you say

skimble skamble

pinch me

kiss me

I'm trembling

I was hit by a mountain,

but not everything trembled.

For Armando

for the Rumanian

and for all others

between heaven and hell

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