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of the new novel I was working on.

Point. New line.

"The night was sneaking

silently into the city..."

The bad part was that

I was stuck on this phrase...

...for days, and I simply could not go on,

in spite of all my efforts.

Still listening to Christmas music?

It's September!

We know. But with someone eating our social security

like you do, I'm not sure I'll live 'till Christmas!

That sh*t that you left in the fridge

was your social security?

-Your mother busted her ass cooking that sh*t!

-Because you didn't go to the market to buy anything!

What was "the writer" doing?

Nothing!

-Are you talking to me?

-Yes, I'm talking to you.

Did you at least read my book?

-I'll read it, don't worry.

-When?

-When I'll finish the one I'm reading now!

-I looked at it, it's very good.

Did anybody ask you anything?

We were an united family,

living a perpetual Christmas.

Outside, Vera was waiting for me.

She had a single passion: other people's kids.

I'll go put him to bed, so please don't talk too loud

for a few minutes, until he falls asleep, ok?

-I don't know why he was so agitated this week.

-Well, he's so sweet...

-Don't you feel anything when you see such a nice kid?

-Oh, there we go again...

-What did you say?

-I said he's sweet.

Do you think I'm stupid? Do you want to

humiliate me in front of my friends?

-I know what you said: "There we go again". Go where?

-Into these discussions that I can't stand in public,

Not in public? Let's go home! Do you

have a home, so we could move in together?

No. why? Because you can't! You can't marry me,

and we can't have a baby!

Vera, don't exaggerate...

If for you being mature means all this sh*t

"I want a baby, I'll buy yours."

"I want a baby to play with."

-Come on!

-"Now, yes, I want a baby now!"

You're a pig! And go... go f*** yourself,

you woke up the baby!

It was the end of my 2 year relationship with Vera,

the only woman who ever wanted to have a baby with me.

Only I already had about 100 babies at school,

and all of them were getting on my nerves.

Especially one of them.

Robert!

Did you hit on her? I'll beat

the sh*t out of you, you motherf***er!

-Me, hit on this ugly thing?

-He did! He hit on me and threatened me!

I'll eat you alive!

Robert was very famous in school. Every girl

from the 9th to the 11th grade adored him.

Happily, he showed up for class rarely,

and mostly drugged.

I preferred seeing him

as seldom as I could.

The principal was pressuring me

to kick him out, though...

Listen, teach, they say they want

to kick me out of school.

What's the deal?

-I don't know, Robert, maybe you did something.

-Teach, you won't let them, right?

Aren't you my buddy?

-What can I do if you don't behave?

-Listen, let me tell you what the deal is:

If they kick me out, and you let them

or you don't say anything...

...then I'm not considering you

my buddy anymore.

Then I'll come and cut you like a bratwurst.

Right? Tell me, isn't that right?

I'll think about it.

Suddenly, I realized that a young boy

is still very fragile...

...and that some hasty punishments may

leave scars for the rest of his life.

Robert deserved a chance

to continue his studies.

I asked the principal to let me

talk to the boy's parents.

And I urged Robert

to ask them to come.

I was almost curious how do the parents

of such a troublemaker look like.

You know how sometimes in life a door opens,

and nothing is like it used to be.

Well, imagine the door of Room 10B.

-Professor Gorea?

-Yes.

I'm Robert Dobrovicescu's sister.

My parents should have come, but...

...they are out of town, so

I thought I'd stop by instead.

Happy to meet you.

I'm Ovidiu Gorea.

Diana Dobrovicescu.

-Robert's sister!

-Yes.

Sit down, please.

Thank you, but I wouldn't want

you to stand either.

I didn't know that Robert...

So, what kind of contradiction did the 19th

century poets see?

-Antagonistical.

-What?

Umm... I didn't

understand the question.

I was asking what was

the problem with my brother.

Umm... the problem

with Robert?

The problem with Robert, umm...

...it's not really a problem,

I mean...

-You haven't prepared, I see...

-Umm...

-So, you are Robert's sister.

-Yes.

-Tell me if he did anything stupid.

-Nooo...

Well, he has a bit of a temper...

maybe he should calm down a little.

Still... But it's ok, at this age...

If at this age you don't do stupid things...

When do you do stupid things, then?

Teach, can I see if I haven't

left my cell phone inside my desk?

No, Bucescu, you haven't left any cell phone there,

and you disappeared right this instant! Out!

You have to keep them

on a leash, otherwise...

So, Robert's sister...

Are you a student?

-I'm a model and I go to modeling school.

-Of course.

For someone like you,

that's the future.

I say like you meaning... not that

you couldn't have a serious job.

I'm not saying that fashion is not serious,

God forbid...

...only that it doesn't require

any studying.

Although you said you went to some sort of school,

if I understood correctly... I'm babbling, right?

-A bit...

-Well, the fatigue...

I was writing all night,

I'm working on a novel...

-You're a writer, too?

-I am...

I should say I'm a teacher, too.

Teaching, practically, is only

because I enjoy it...

For me kids are an extraordinary material,

I like working with them... Get out!

Get out or I'll break your legs!

-So, Robert's sister...

-And what books have you written so far?

A lot. I happen to have a copy of my last volume,

I can give it to you with my signature...

-Wait, I don't know if I can...

-It will be my pleasure.

Well, girl... God be with you.

You don't know what you're missing.

I'm sorry, I had a meeting at the writer's union,

I couldn't get out of it earlier.

-I was just getting ready to leave.

-I would have called you if I had your number.

-I'm so glad you came...

-Next time, don't leave without paying!

-What did she say?

-Nothing.

Let's not stay here.

-I know a good pizza place nearby...

-What pizza, mister, let's go dancing!

-What club?

-"Why not".

It's a promotional party

for a toothpaste company.

-And will they let us in?

-Of course, I did a commercial for them.

-Race you to the subway?

-Subway? Ha!

Welcome to the promotional

party of "Domident"!

Where cool people with cool teeth

drink cool, dance cool and...

...feel cool!

Get me another "Campari Orange".

I felt a knot in my stomach...

and a hole in my wallet.

The cab, the club, 3 "Campari Orage"s,

one pack of cigarettes and two coffees...

...I had already spent the whole salary

that I was planning to party on for the whole night.

Can I get you something, sir?

The only thing I wanted...

was a miracle from God.

And now, our cool contest...

....for which "Domident" is offering

a 3.000.000 prize to the winning couple.

It's "the dance with the orange"!

-Shall we compete?

-Do you feel up to it?

If you tell me how to do this, yes.

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