Lost Valentine Page #2

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You're going to get on my nerves.

Listen, girlie, you better

know your place, huh?

Look. Look, there's that, well that, look,

look... no, "I love you, maybe I love you..."

Yeah, go hook up with him and play those

games of yours-I love you, I love you not.

I can't believe my ears. Oscar,

you're a complete moron.

Sandra, goddammit,

now I'm out of patience.

That's it, there was nothing between us.

You don't get it? I don't know you.

Get me my stuff out of the trunk.

Hey, b*tch, stop!

Stop, goddammit, b*tch,

stop, 111 f***ing kill you!

Doctor, I've always known what kind of woman I

can have, and what kind I can only dream about.

Well, think about your own ideal woman,

the one you always dreamed about.

How she walks up to you in the morning,

all radiant her eyes are sparkling,

her lips-barely opened-are

shining, she's breathing heat,

her skin, it's all glowing, it's so soft, like

velvet, and she presses her entire body against you,

her b*obs drown into you,

and her face is right there,

and you feel like all you have to do

is lift your head and... her aroma...

just call her and tell her yes.

Have you talked to your wife?

To my wife?

About what?

That your passion has

faded, about the peels.

No, wait, professor, you

didn't understand.

No, you told me a lot about what you want

But what does she want, have you asked?

You see, she always manages

I have a hard time understanding,

I mean, you get her talking and.

I'm sorry, but your time is up

No, wait, but I didn't understand,

tell me, what am I supposed to do?

I'm not a magician, I'm a psychologist.

I can't give you a set answer or solution.

So... 200 an hour, right?

Right.

Well, we've made great progress

you've learned to open up.

Listen, how should I.

First talk to your wife.

Not just any old way-be prepared

Make it a little celebration for her.

Today's Valentine's Day,

are you celebrating?

Oh God, what a holiday.

Well... think about it.

Well, but about this, should I...

Well, plough or not plough?

Meaning?

F*** or not f***?

Not f***. Don't start.

OK. Right. Good.

Thank you, thank you.

You know, I really do feel better.

Thank you.

Take your supplements.

No, I don't need those chemicals.

These aren't chemicals. It's all

natural. Deer antlers, grated.

Maybe I'll do without the antlers.

Who the...

You didn't go?

No.

Why?

What do you mean why?

I miss you.

This is for you.

And seriously?

Seriously.

Can you imagine?

I pretended that I was late.

Everyone flew out, but not me.

But no big deal, it wasn't a full delegation,

you know, one penguin more or less.

And why are you all like that?

Like what?

Well aren't you cold?

was in the shower.

Thanks. For the flowers, thanks.

What kind of bullshit is this?

Who makes movies like that? What crap.

Oh, right, so I get to the airport,

park the car, and there's my client.

I authorized financial aid for him

recently, maybe a month ago,

for like catfish or worm farming or

something, whatever, you know.

He saw me too.

He's with this girl. She

gets out, this young girl.

You see, I know his wife.

One grabs the snowboard cases,

the other grabs the Samsonite rollers and

there they go, all happy, off to departure.

He didn't even f***ing say hi, a**hole.

So you know, I'm sitting there in the car,

and I'm thinking that I don't

want to fly anywhere.

No Brussels, no Copenhagen,

no Stockholm, nowhere.

You know what I realized?

That I want to be with you.

No, I mean, where's the justice, when

this d*ckhead gets financial aid from me

for growing worms or catfish or sh*t, and

then flies off to the mountains to ski

with this little mermaid, with

breakfast in bed, there you go.

And me and my penguins have to go to

Brussels to account for that sh*t of his.

Whatever, tomorrow I'm going

to set him some criteria...

He'll ski over on the first

plane right to my office.

And take his breakfast in bed with him.

What am I...

The towel is dry.

What?

You said you were in the

shower, but the towel is dry.

Oh, well I was depilating,

different places.

We'll have to check.

Maybe we should eat first, hm?

You're hungry, I can tell,

will you eat something?

Do you have anything?

Go to the store and get something, huh?

Maybe we should order in, huh?

Oscar, can you even imagine how long

well have to wait on a night like this?

Come on, go to the store

and get something.

Sorry, I don't feel like it.

Why don't you check, maybe there's some spaghetti

or whatever, come up with something, OK?

OK, so let's imagine a man

who can afford everything.

For a man like that, women are just

something to add to his trophy collection.

Let's talk about trophy love.

Hold on, and since when do you

think women can be trophies, huh?

What do you mean since

when, since the Stone Age.

But it's the 21st century, Aistis.

Well and so what, the years go

by, but men don't change.

Just imagine-these men

feed on other people's envy.

Yeah, I agree with Mindaugas-a man like that

defines himself by that collection of his,

so he can't have something

that's not perfect.

If it's a house, it has to be the biggest, if

it's a car, it has to be the most expensive,

if it's a wife or a girlfriend or someone,

she has to be the most beautiful.

Yeah, everything has to be "the mostest", but I-

just explain it to me-1 don't understand your logic.

What do you need all that for?

Well, think about it, if a person can't establish his

status with creativity, brains, or scientific inventions,

then the only thing left for

him to do is collect trophies.

Right, collect trophies; And the trophies on that

shelf - let's say his wife-she has to be impeccable.

She has to be perfect, fresh and worthy

of this kind of public admiration.

So that everyone says

"perfetto", wonderful.

Qui pesa, si...

Spaghetti, pasta.

How is this not Rome, huh?

How is this not Rome.

In general, I think I should

have taken you to Paris today.

Where?

Oh, I mean, to Brussels. I guess

I've been working too hard.

You know what I felt today?

I want to be with you. And not because

of this stupid Valentine's Day, no,

I just, you know, felt that

I want to be with you.

In general, Laura, we haven't spent time together

like this in a while-wine, candles, conversation.

I mean about everything, in essence.

Today I felt that I want to talk to you.

So this is all because of that

old man with the mermaid?

No. Although yeah, obviously he also had something

to do with it. That's a different story.

After all, he's not the one who should be

flying with breakfast in bed - I should.

I mean, we should.

I'm dying to go somewhere

with you. Seriously.

Just not to the mountains.

Screw that, it's cold.

Let's go where it's warm. Oh, like Thailand

Well get a little hotel on the beach, conditioning,

fresh juice, shrimp, elephants, yeah.

Or you know where, where you wanted to go,

far away from civilization, like Vietnam,

what's it called, Shantaram, Myanmar,

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