Me Without You

Take a step forward.

And another one.

And another.

Now lift your right leg up.

Higher.

What's the matter, Holly?

Don't you trust me?

Now hop.

Hey, Nat.

Want to try it?

Oh, please? Come on.

Can I put my foot down now?

Marina, very funny.

Marina, f***ing come back! Marina!

Stick your bum up more, Holly.

Quick!

What the bloody hell's going on

in here?

Get that muck off your face!

You look like a clown!

See you later.

Marina.

Sorry, darling.

I've got such a bloody migraine.

I'm in exile.

I'd go in quietly if I were you.

-Darling, how can you see in this light?

-What was your honeymoon like?

What?

Oh, well...

...it's not like it is in books.

Grandma says it's like being

their lavatory.

Marina's mother's madly in love

with Marina's father.

Honestly, that woman.

She would be.

It's better not to expect too much.

That's why you need to work hard.

What is that on your fingernails?

-Marina wears it.

-Well, it looks silly on you.

Some people are pretty people

and some people are clever people...

...which is more important than looks.

Marina's mother was a croupier

in a nightclub.

Oh, for God's sake, darling, I know.

You're a gorgeous girl, darling.

Don't eat too many chocs though.

You're getting porky thighs.

"Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet."

It's Gorgeous Morgeous.

Come on, Holl. Snuggle down.

G and T? Ciggie?

Walnut whip? Valium?

You're such a skinny twiglet.

Isn't she lucky, Marina?

-Marina's my little piggy.

-Go on, Mum. Show Holly. Please?

Oh, all right then.

Now, girls.

Teeth, tits, tummy. Here we go.

Your dad lost a wad that first night.

Mum, is Dad not going to live here

anymore?

Daddy likes to come and go.

He's a free spirit.

Which means we just aren't

good enough for him, apparently.

Harina!

Harina!

Holly and Marina equals Harina.

We two are one in Harina.

-Harina.

-Harina.

Harina.

Now we'll always be together in Harina.

-Who's the sexiest princess in the world?

-Daddy!

I couldn't stay away

from my beautiful baby, could l?

I'm so bored.

I'm so bored I can hardly speak.

-I'm so bored I could kill myself.

-I'm too bored to kill myself.

Dye your hair, Holly.

You look like a virgin.

-I am a virgin.

-Yeah, but you don't need to broadcast it.

Jesus Christ.

-Are my legs thinner than yours?

-No.

-Yeah, but yours are hairier.

-Jews are hairier.

I wish I was Jewish.

-I hate being young.

-I hate being a virgin.

It's gotta reach them on stage.

That's better.

We've gotta make something happen.

I mean everyone's having a brilliant time

except us.

Even Linda goes to key parties.

-What are key parties?

-Oh, Christ, Holly. You're so naive.

Nat's coming back tomorrow.

Love is a universal migraine.

Love is a universal migraine.

Symptoms of true love are leanness,

jealousy...

...Iaggard dawns.

-My favorite. Aida.

-It's not Aida. It's Trovatore.

Really, my dove?

It's quite all right

if you want to think so.

Don't have a heart attack.

May I please leave the table?

-Are you going up to do some revision?

-No.

Oh, what have I said now?

I always seem to have done something.

No, Max. No, don't eat

any more of that cheese.

You're obese,

and she looks like a Belsen victim.

-Aqua Marina, the joy of Cortina.

-Hello, Mister Rossman.

-Happy Shabbat thingy.

-Happy Shabbat thingy to you too.

Holl! Holl!

-Hello, Mrs. Rossman.

-What a fabulous outfit.

Aren't you a character?

Mind you, you've got the looks

to carry it off.

You make us feel so mousy.

Doesn't she, Holly?

Yes, Judith.

Well, I'll leave you two together.

-What?

-Nice pajamas.

Oh, f*** off.

-What?

-Oh, my God, Holly.

-Something is at last happening!

-What?

I told you about Nat's girlfriend, Carolyn,

from college. She's amazing.

She's so street. Well, she's only having

this big party all weekend.

Because her parents are away,

and she knows The Clash.

No!

-But a party during the day?

-Don't be such a virgin.

When it's a real party, there's no day

and no night. It's The Clash!

He's got this box somewhere.

Got it.

There we go. "Carolyn Young,

32 Vale of Health, Hampstead."

Our lives are about to start, Holl.

Oh, my God, listen:

"Oh, Carolyn. Carolyn,

you break like a pane of glass.

When you melt, I melt too."

"How to give a clitoral orgasm."

You know brothers wank in their socks,

don't you?

"Foreplay can and should last

up to two hours."

You better watch out, Holly.

You might get pregnant

by my brother's sock.

-Stop it!

-You're gonna get impregnated...

-...by my brother's seed!

-Stop it!

Stop!

Oh, stop it. Stop it.

-Oh, it's you.

-How's my beautiful princess?

-Knocking them dead, huh?

-Mummy's in the lounge...

...if you remember the way.

Nat, ciao, mate.

Tell your ex-father his fondue set

and flippers are in that box.

My lawyer says not to talk to him

till after the decree absolute.

"Come in, Ray. Sit down.

How are you?"

-You've lost weight.

-Thanks, darling.

Must be all the shagging...

...unless you've got cancer.

"Cheers, Ray. Good to see you.

Happy birthday last week."

Nat? Nat, I'm talking to you.

Answer me. I asked you

when are you coming back?

-I told you. I don't know!

-Don't shout at me, baby!

Sorry.

-Can I get on your back?

-Okay.

Right, get a move on

or we'll miss everything.

Not now! You know what you're like.

You'll be throwing up

before we get there.

Street, remember.

Do you want to look straight?

You'll embarrass Nat.

I don't know what I'll do

if Mick Jones speaks to me.

Oh, my God. Mick Jones!

One more thing. Come here.

-What?

-Love bites.

-No. Get off.

-You've got to look experienced.

Come on.

-Okay.

-Right, do me. Come on. Do me.

All right.

You've got to suck, not just bite.

Come on. Do it again.

Ready? All right. Suck. Suck.

Suck. Suck.

There you go.

-That looks good.

-ls it good?

My God, I am gonna do

absolutely everything.

Come on, Holly. Hurry up.

Is Nat in? I need to tell him something.

Jesus.

-What are you doing here?

-Hi, Nat.

Sweet. Yeah, they can play. Yeah?

Do you wanna play, girls?

-Maybe.

-Maybe?

Is this the party?

Yeah. Thanks.

So...

...what are we playing?

Well, bye, children.

-You going out?

-We're not Siamese twins, Nat.

See you later.

I f***ed these Siamese twins once.

F***ing strange man, I'll tell you.

-Anyone for tennis?

-It's heroin.

I know what it is, for God's sake.

Here.

Everything. Remember?

-No, no! God, Marina, you can't.

-Bye, children.

Marina, don't.

Hello, little Holly.

Where are your spikes?

Inside me.

That was amazing.

You've got to try living sometime, Holly.

Oh, I'm gonna be sick again.

Don't worry.

She'll be puking for hours.

I made an altar for you.

-No.

-Come on. Don't be scared.

Don't be scared.

Come on.

What's the matter?

F*** off.

-Blimey.

-Sorry.

What happened?

What do you think f***ing happened?

Not Craig.

-God, are you all right?

-Holly, piss off. All right? Just piss off.

Did you have a nice time

f***ing my brother?

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