Ciao Bella Page #2

Oh, honey...

Is it that guy?

It's all for the better. Were you

going to commute to Italy?

No, I could have moved there,

you moron.

Linnea, that's not being realistic.

-Besides, he was just sixteen.

-That's rich, coming from you.

So what are we going to do

with the Raclette cheese?

I wonder if you'd think,

"I'm f***ing Madonna right now"-

-if you were to f*** Madonna.

-Shhh...

-Shh!

-Shh!

-Shhh...

-Schlong.

-That's real mature.

Mustafa! Did you bring the pictures

of the Norwegian girls? Because...

Gentlemen. Time to go to sleep.

Okay, okay. Let's sleep.

-Hi.

-Welcome to my home.

-Do you want some tea?

-Yes, please.

So Jocke's not an engineer?

He's not even employed?

He does work. On his tan.

He said that he

worked as a model on the side.

-Breast shots. And some back shots.

-Nice.

They must have had you very young.

Not really. Mom was

sixteen or seventeen. Dad too.

-Oh my.

-There were special circumstances.

Mom had been told she couldn't get

pregnant. So I was a golden egg.

She's very pretty.

Does she live here in Gothenburg?

I'd rather be a love child-

-than grow up with parents

who hardly touch each other.

-Do you have kids?

-No.

Why not?

I think I have to go. I have to

get up for work in an hour.

-Say hello from me.

-What should I tell him?

-To call you?

-No.

-That you'll call him.

-Bye.

There's no way. It really hurts.

I think I have something

that might work.

Hello?

Yes?

Of course.

It's my mother.

She's having surgery. Right now.

-Shouldn't we drive you?

-No, I'll take a taxi.

You go to the game. I'll be alright.

Okay. - Let's go.

If you don't want me

to come with you, I won't.

It's just embarrassing, because it's

a pill you put up the...you know.

-And Carro will be there.

-Alright.

Call if you change your mind.

I can pick you up.

Did you get money for the fee?

One cola light, two cinnamon buns,

one big latte-

-one of those green ones

and a shrimp sandwich.

Or something vegetarian.

And a pack of Marlboro Lights.

Hi, honey. It's okay, I guess.

No, Dad's here, so...

I'll be done by six, so we

can meet up before the party.

Stop faking.

Where have you been, quitter?

Are you coming

to the amusement park?

-I think I need some rest.

-Seriously. Do I look like an idiot?

Something's going on. You've

gelled your hair. What happened?

Screw him. Let's go.

Hey, Mustafa!

What's the matter with you?

-Stop miming. What are you up to?

-Come on.

So now she thinks I'm Italian.

What a great idea.

You've got to be joking.

-Don't tell anyone. Please.

-Okay.

-How are we going to solve that?

-What?

Five hundred crowns.

I'm going. I can't take

any more of these slimeballs.

-What's happened?

-That guy is so dirty.

Are you coming?

-You didn't...?

-Didn't what?

-Didn't what, Carro?

-We're not on vacation any more.

-Don't be naive.

-F*** off, you posh b*tch.

Carro?

Good night.

We'll be so good together.

My rose. Forget everything I said.

It was all bullshit. Forget Italy.

I don't care about you. /Massimo

Idiot! I almost called the police!

I am so damned disappointed in you.

I don't know if I want to

see you at practice any more.

You have to keep in touch.

Don't you get that?

-I had to go to my mother.

-Well, go then!

Mustafa, wait!

If it's about the pictures,

just ignore what they say.

-What do you mean?

-The Norwegian girls.

-That you didn't...you know.

-That's not it. Never mind.

-Come on, take it easy.

-I don't care about that right now!

-Hey, it's not that big a deal.

-Never you mind!

Are you a moron? You don't know

what this is about. Go read a book.

You're a fraud. You pretend

not to care what people think.

-But actually...

-I know!

Are you happy now?

I know I'm a fraud.

-Don't act all cool.

-You're right, though.

I lie all the damned time.

I'm a complete fake.

I'm not Iranian

and I'm not Swedish...

Hey, I'm sorry.

-Good job.

-She was cute.

Massimo... Come on!

-What are you doing?

-Nothing.

-Do you need money?

-What, are you guys dating?

I don't really know.

-How much?

-Three or four thousand.

Oh my.

-What do you need it for?

-A trip.

Alright. Where to?

Come on.

Thank you, thank you, thank you...

I can hardly breathe

when you're this close to me.

That's really hard.

I like you a lot and

I want to be with you. Forever.

Screw the rest.

Hey, sorry that l... You know.

-How is she doing?

-It's just an English girl.

-Your mother!

-Oh, right.

It went well, it was minor.

Good luck with everything.

I have to go.

And promise me you'll get in touch

if you're late or something.

So you do know a little Swedish?

Alright, before seven o'clock.

-You look nice.

-Cut it out.

No, you look great.

-Are you meeting someone?

-No.

-Well...actually I am.

-Good luck, then.

Hey, l...

You have to promise me

you won't tell Dad. Okay?

Okay.

I think I've decided to keep...

I mean, I'm still...

-Oh, sweetie...

-Don't say that!

-Why is everyone against me?

-I'm not. But you're alone.

-What if I'm not?

-You have your life ahead of you.

Having a child now

will really limit you.

You're too young. Think about this.

-But Mom and Dad...

-That was an accident.

-Why do you think she left?

-She didn't leave!

-I was wanted, they were in love!

-You were a busted condom. Sorry.

When you grow up, you'll...

Your whole life is ahead of you.

What the hell do you

know about me, you old hag?

Get your own life and stop using us!

What do you know about love?

LA TERRAZZA:

ITALIAN RESTAURANT & BAR

-Hello, girl. How are you doing?

-Fine.

Tell your dad to not give

insane girls my number.

They call all the time, and l

hardly get any work done.

Just a guy. He's Italian.

Are you Italian? Hi. I'm Marco.

I guess we can speak Italian.

Good, Linnea. A nice Italian boy.

Are you ready? Just one moment..

-Let's see...

-Spaghetti del mare.

Alright. Spaghetti del mare.

-Anything to drink?

-Yes.

Water? Okay, water...

-Starter?

-Salad.

Do you have anything

with sun-dried tomatoes?

And then some ravioli.

-ls that all?

-Thank you.

He's from Rome.

A Roman? That's a beautiful town.

My friend Frederico just got

a new job in Rome.

What part of town are you from?

We've ordered.

Now leave us alone, okay?

Sorry?

What do you want me to say?

Just leave.

The toilet? Did you want to know

where the toilet was?

Over there, on the right.

Mustafa?

What's happening, Mustafa?

- Wasn't that him?

Aw, man. Having a sauna is so great.

Am I the only one who gets gassy?

Cut it out.

Ow, stop it!

-My iPod? Are you insane?

-It's nothing to a rich guy like you.

-Maybe I should talk to the girl?

-You're not saying anything.

Are you that dumb? - Hey, girl!

You're not saying a thing. Get it?

You idiot, I'm just kidding.

I don't have to go.

-I live here.

-What?

-Yes. My name is Mustafa.

-What? Are you Swedish?

I live in Lerum.

You'll freeze to death, Linnea!

You're just completely...

Go home to Teheran, you idiot!

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