Kruh in mleko Page #2

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So, how's it going? Look at you! | -We get by, what else can I say.

What brings you about? | -Just checkin' out old places a bit

and a bit of business stuff, too. | -Yeah, so I hear.

Let's go get a drink. -No, no | I can't,...really, no.

C'mon, just one for good old... | -I can't, I was just at the store,

I should take this stuff up home. | -C'mon... -No no, I can't.

Just one, quickly. -OK. | This can't be real!

Reana! -Hey. | -Hi there!

What can I get you boys? | -What'll we have I two beers?

No, no. Reana, no. Gimme... | a small coffee and a glass of juice.

So you're in Switzerland, huh? | -Yeah... -Well bravo!

It was a bit hard at first, but then | things got better...

What exactly do you do? | -A Mazda service.

Wow, bravo, bravo! | So you service cars?

Yeah, everything. -So you're now | a mechanic? -We fix it, we sell it,

everything. -Wait, is this | in your name and everything?

Nah, I work for somebody, but... | now I'm gonna start somethin'

here on my own. Somethin' small. | -That's great. I've seen lotsa

Mazdas here, drivin' around. | -Now there'll be even more.

What about you? -Nothin' much. | I frame pictures, you know, and...

set up frames, and such. -Yeah? | -Just four hours a day.

That enough for you? | -Yeah, it's fine. No problem.

You still single? -No, no, | I'm married. -Wow.

Do I know her? -Uhm... | -Yeah? -You know her.

So..? -Do you remember our | High School excursion to Budva?

There was a girl there selling | ice cream. -Ha...

Sonja. -Sonja, from Montenegro? | -D'you remember her?

C'mon! -Nice girl. I'm with her. | -I can't believe it.

You an' Sonja got together? | -No, we just gotta... Miss!

I'll have a brandy and | a Fanta, and give him whatever

he usually drinks. -Reana, no. | If I said no, then it's no.

Listen, I said no.

OK, so don't force him. | -What are you talking,

first you order, then you don't | want it. Work it out, would you!

OK, leave it here. So what? | -I won't. -OK. -I don't drink.

So did you and Sonja...? | -Oh, no, not then... -I know

you weren't together then. | What a babe! I remember her,

we were all dancing around her... | -Yeah. -The night before last...

When I danced to that video-spot | of Michael Jackson's:

Billy Jean was up my...

You were the main man! | Yeah, I know, I know...

I'm the one... | -I can still see it all.

I got to know Sonja best that | night, while you were dancing.

I was up there, too, for a while, | but just didn't feel like dancing.

I wanted something to eat. | An' who do I meet at the exit

but Sonja. An' then ta-da-da-dap, | and a little chitchat...

on the way to the hotel | there was a pier; you remember?

Yeah, I remember. There was | a tree-lined avenue... and then

the terrace, right? -On that pier. | We sat there on that pier,

with our feet in the water an'... | ooh, the things she told me!

What'd she tell you? | What'd she say?

Oh, whatever, teenage stuff... | There was some boat there,

an' she says to me: "You see | those lights there? If a shark

swam up now and bit off my foot, | I'd swim out after it until

the shark gave it back." -Her foot? | -Yeah, that's what she was like.

So you two just stayed on the | pier? -Yeah, we on the terrace,

you two on the pier. What went on | over there? -Not much, we drank.

So, you two just talked | on the pier, then what?

What... then? -Yeah, what? | You guys didn't come back,

that's why I'm asking... | -Well, no, then it got cold and

so we went back to the hotel. | -You went to the hotel? -Yeah.

And so you went up, to the room, | and you kept on talking?

C'mon... -What? Tell me. | You only talked in the hotel?

Wha'd'you want? -I just wanna | know if you just talked

or was there more? -Wha'd'you | want? -No seriously, 'cause you

guys didn't come back for a long | time. I just want to know

if you were just talking... -Yeah. | -...or was there more? -F*** off!

It was twenty years ago, | you two weren't an item then.

Don't you f*** off me! | I just wanna know.

Tell me, did you lay her...? | -Just tell him, would you?

You shut up! You sat on the bed, | or what? Did you sit on the bed?

Did you talk on the bed?

C'mon, tell me! Did you | do her or not? -I did, I did,

so what? -Fine. So, you laid her. | Was it so hard to say?

So you laid her. | What's the big deal? -F*** off.

You laid her, though.

Wha'do you want? Just tell me. | -I'm not puttin' on airs.

You think you're the boss | just because you were born?

I don't. -Yeah, right. | F*** your service!

Sonja's more sentimental; | more sentimental than you.

Y'want me to use my Ljubljana | accent? She's more sen-imenal,

more sen-imenal. She's not... | you know what I mean, sh*t!

What? Switzerland, mitzerland? | You... Swiss f***in' a**hole..

Sh*t! Just drop it. I don'wanna | start insultin'. -Yeah, well...

Am I insultin' you? Am I? No, | tell me. Just say it, my friend.

I'm, I'm not what matters, sh*t. | -You are what matters, f***.

Y're what matters most in this | world. Y'know that?

Can I kiss you? | Can I give you a kiss? I love you.

What's this? -A valkman. | -A walkman?

You call this a walkman? It's not | a valkman, but a walkman.

Walkman. -They sold this kinda | sh*t in China, before they

invented papyrus. Take it home.

What're you waiting for? | Who invented papyrus, huh?

The Egyptians. -No, the Chinese! | All right, give it here.

Sorry, I... -With Sonja?

Wh-what? -With Sonja?

Oh, who do I share a son with?

With'yeah... Sweeeden, | Sweeeden!

So what's he like?

Who? -Your son,...who else.

He's beautiful. | Oh man is he beautiful!

He's, he's not like...Iike Ivo. | Ivo! -Yeah?

You're ugly! -You're, you're... | -You're even uglier.

You're an'idiot.

My son is so handsome. | An' he loves music. Music!

An' you're a drunk, sh*t. | -He loves music.

He loves Mozart, and Beethoven... | -Now you f***ed it all up... sh*t.

F*** off, music's better than your | "f*** off Mazda"... -Yeah...

A damn weed smoker... that's | what my mom would call me.

Piss off!

Yeah, riiight!

He loves animal, animal he loves. | D'you know how much

he loves animals? -You f***ed up, | you f***ed it all up...

Sweeeden, Sweeeden!

An' he likes tigers,...an' he | likes elephants...Ivo!

What're you simulating, | c'mon here! Come here! Let's go!

Going to town in the evening, | we're going to town,

Iet's go find some women, | let's go drink a few beers...

Dirty road, dark quarter, | neon lights, shinin' red,

tall boots, short skirts, | slicked hair, Latino style!

Fight here! Murder there! | Rape, drugs, rock and roll!

Fight here! Murder there! | Rape, drugs, rock and roll!

King!

King!

...of city canalization!

Who are you, to piss me off? | Don't piss me off!

Because I'll be mad, | I'll be mad!

Who do y'think you are, | Armando? You may be big,

but I rule, I rule!

Ivan, You rule, Ivan!

Ivan, you're a stag; | you're a stag, Ivan!

Nobody'll f*** with you, | 'cause you're a stag!

Now what, now what? | As if it's my fault, sh*t.

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