Fuck and Dance Vol. 62 - Sperma für Jeannie und alle anderen Partyluder! Page #2

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something normal. They're really nice.

Nice?

"Authentic people"

like Ingrid and Rainer from the ferry,

whose mobile home

you found so very fascinating?

Don't be so arrogant!

Pretending to be like them is arrogant, too.

Look, I brought you a piece of pie.

And then,

I bought something for myself.

Which I don't really like.

Stand up straight!

I don't like it, I feel so bourgeois.

Looks good, you can wear that.

What happened to Schnappi?

We banged heads.

What did you do the whole time?

Lie there?

In that tragic pose...

I was thinking.

About what?

About everything.

About myself.

About yourself?

- What's there to think about...

- Can't we talk normally?

Yes, sorry.

What were you thinking about?

I don't know what to do.

Everything seems so silly to me.

- Us?

- I'm not talking about us, now listen!

- You're not listening!

- Yes, I am.

What's so silly?

What we all do.

How I live.

My work.

Were you thinking about the villa?

I think you have to take a risk.

You're too afraid.

You're so afraid of

committing to something.

Maybe that's idealistic,

but it's not very brave, either.

I don't mean just your work.

I mean everything, you don't even notice it!

You can't take 14 days for one decision.

Or endlessly consider

inviting two people to dinner.

That's total standstill!

You're so desperately intent

on not letting anything restrict you

or distract you from your ideals.

Sure, theoretically you're free

to go anywhere you want,

but then you really have to do it.

It's always, "I should do this or that,

no, this, no, that..."

Then you don't do any of it!

Because you're attached

to your studio, bikes and books

like people are to their children.

Then you show off your independence,

forcing Philip to tell you

how much he misses his freedom

because of his family.

But what you don't see,

and he probably doesn't admit,

is how nice it is to come home

to where his children are sleeping.

He's free to leave the apartment again.

But maybe he'd rather just

lie in bed with his girlfriend.

Why not take a risk?

If it doesn't work out, so what?

I'd like to live with you.

We could try it out.

You can have your room with some hay

and a light bulb so you feel at home.

Sorry that I talked so much,

but I've wanted to tell you that

for a long time.

Why do you think you know me so well?

I wanted to talk

about something completely different.

Set the table.

Will I never find out

what you wanted to tell me?

Sometimes I want so badly

to be different for you.

Why? How do you want to be?

Sometimes it could be a woman

in the street or in a restaurant.

Then I picture you two being a couple

and it seems to fit better.

The women are mostly

very different from me.

Then I can't stop thinking

I should be different for you.

Or at least I'd wish to be,

because I think

I'd make you much happier

if I were different.

And sometimes I think

I should show you more often

that I admire you.

How much I love you.

Because I love everything about you.

- You don't have to.

- But I do.

And then I think that if I were different,

I could get to know you in another way.

That's my saddest thought,

that I can't get to know you in that way.

Sometimes I'd really like to be different.

That's pretty immature, I guess.

No, I've had such thoughts, too.

I always think I'm too boring for you.

When I first met you,

I always pictured myself

entering a room where you are

and you'd say something to me

and I'd just jump out of a window

to surprise you.

But that's sad.

Yes, no, I wouldn't die,

I'd just casually fly out like Batman.

That's not very consistent.

You should die for me.

- What's that? We don't need that.

- Schnappi needs it.

Schnappi eats what Schnappi gets!

There.

Sorry, can I pass?

Sana, wait, they have light beer here.

Are you out of your mind?

Come here!

- What is it?

- It's Hans.

What should we do?

Oh, God, Hans! What should we do?

Over there!

Hi.

Quietly!

Wondrascheck!

I got you!

I can't believe it. Hans!

What a coincidence!

- Look, Gitti, I coincidentally ran into Hans.

- No, how funny!

What a coincidence! Hello, I'm Gitti.

- Has your vacation turned that bad already?

- Yes, right.

Sana, come here!

- Look who I caught up with.

- What a coincidence!

- Nice to see you!

- My wife.

Nonsense!

What happened to you?

It's not that bad.

I hit myself with something.

The glass door wouldn't see it like that.

At last we meet!

I always bore Hans so quickly.

- We definitely would've called you.

- I doubt that.

Definitely. We didn't know

you were already here.

I don't believe a word.

But you can't escape me.

I instinctively strolled around the corner.

- We've never met, right?

- No, we haven't.

Sorry, I meet so many people.

Good that you know for sure.

Now to my offer.

We bought some great lamb, you'll come

right over and we'll barbecue.

Oh, yes.

Actually, we're going on a boat trip.

Maybe we can miss that.

- We could bring them, too.

- We don't know those people.

Come over!

It's pretty impolite of us not to show up,

isn't it?

- Are you still talking?

- Yes.

I didn't know you knew him so well.

The way you hugged...

He's always like that.

I thought they'd be even worse.

Why are you taking that off?

It hasn't even healed.

Are you taking it off because of them?

Let's secretly turn around

and go on the boat trip!

Relax.

- No, no!

- I'm not sick!

- Here.

- You want me to get really fat, right?

Right.

I have to tell them.

Sana is pregnant.

- Congratulations!

- Yes, congratulations.

- Can't even see it.

- Yes, you can!

- I hope I don't become too fat.

- We've been playing "parents," too.

Chris' sister was here with her children,

but we weren't very successful.

- Really?

- Yes.

It belongs to a painter friend of ours,

Ulrich Wulff,

- the guy with the noses.

- I don't know him.

Take a seat.

And over there she picked the apple naked.

- You can open that.

- Okay.

Your parents chose a very special island.

- You'll have to give us some tips.

- Yes, sure. No problem.

Is Hans reading that?

No, Hans wouldn't. I'm reading it.

This is from a nearby farm, really delicious.

- Delicious.

- Come on...

- Have you been to Sardinia often?

- No, it's my first time.

It's a great island.

I always say, "Great, great, great.

"Great island. Great in Sardinia..."

- We opened the champagne for you?

- Yes, I thought we'd have a toast.

You're the first ones we've told.

Really? Great!

- Then here's to you.

- Yes, good luck.

My girlfriend has a dress by you.

She guards it with her life.

I also think your stuff is great.

I just can't afford it.

I can't either.

Sana is so successful, I had

to impregnate her to balance things out.

Finally the truth comes out!

You think that suits me, being a father?

- Sure, it suits everyone.

- I don't know...

Well, we don't know each other that well.

We don't? We know each other pretty well.

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