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I am not, I don't do drugs

so just leave me alone.

Just because I'm drinking vodka with you...

A breast job would be okay,

but I want...

you to film me, photograph me, whatever.

So, what now? Maybe I will do anything.

Will you pour me some vodka?

Why? Drink from the bottle.

You said let's have a drink.

And you can't chop me a line.

Look, how's this?

I'm shaved. You can do everything with me.

Good deal.

So, what's it going to be?

I'll do a test with you.

When?

I want us to do something now.

A porn film.

I don't want a porn film.

Why do you want me to do that?

You said you were making a star out of me.

Because you're a dirty little c*nt.

No porn films.

I don't want to be that kind of star.

How are you going to become someone?

How do you think Marilyn Monroe,

and all the others, got to be someone?

Shall I tell you what they did?

Ask me.

Porn probably.

Ask me.

What did they do?

Ask me.

The eagle. You know what the eagle is?

But you don't always have to.

Spread eagle.

Go ahead then, help yourself.

Babe, no.

I've been in the business 30 years.

You're going to be a star,

and you don't even need to touch it.

I don't?

No.

Just suck it.

But if you don't do a good job,

you won't like the way you

look in the photos.

There's a good story, you know it?

It's by Bukowski, a friend of mine.

He drinks this stuff too?

Listen to me when I tell you a story.

Let me have some of that,

you stingy wench.

Listen...

Bukowski, the poor bum...

Let me see your p*ssy.

Let me listen!

Let me see your p*ssy!

And let me eat.

You're a pervert.

I want to take some photos before anybody

gets to see anything else.

Just sit down and shut your mouth.

Listen to this story.

It's free and you don't

have to do anything.

Just lean back and listen.

No, don't cover me,

just lean back and listen.

I just want to see your p*ssy.

You may eat.

Listen.

Yes, I'm listening.

I'm rubbing this in your face.

You're going to look good.

You look good.

Going to show me your p*ssy now?

Arch your back.

Not like that.

It's simple.

Left shoulder forward, head forward.

Left shoulder to me...

and arms together.

Yes, tits, that's right,

and suck in your stomach.

For example. No.

Yes, that's right.

And now turn your head in profile.

Profile!

What's profile?

So I can't see your face. Exactly.

Marilyn Monroe is diddly squat

next to you.

Shoulder level is wrong, please.

And let them drop, let them drop.

18 years,

a little Playboy.

I ought to know how it looks.

Look at that.

You look like a 36.

That's exactly what I want.

And now throw back your shoulders.

Can we maybe get it right the first time?

Where can I put my hand?

Suck in your stomach!

How?

You look like a potbellied pig.

Look, that's your job.

You're the photographer.

Talking back to me too, huh?

And I don't want anyone seeing anything.

Suck in your stomach!

That's right.

More.

Yeah okay, you don't have to paw me again.

Please, my angel, could you...

Put your hands like this?

At least try putting one here...

and the other one up here, okay?

As for those titties, mosquito bites,

no one's going to see them.

Were you mad at me?

You were mad at me.

But in return I'll do something

pretty with you.

I don't want to wait.

I want it to go bam, bam, bam.

It doesn't go bam, bam, bam with me.

It only goes bam, bam when we f***.

Do you go bam, bam when you f*** too?

I don't do sex.

Never again. I'm sick of it.

With old men.

I don't know.

Sometimes I think I don't even

have the right to live.

No, really, Werner.

And everything I do sucks.

You know, somehow nothing works.

You're just imagining it...

No it's not my imagination. I see it.

And you're wrong. And that really gets me.

Why do you tell me I'm just imagining it?

As if I stood at the mirror trying

to convince myself.

Everything I do sucks, nothing works.

How does everything suck?

Yeah, what doesn't suck?

Am I doing such a terrific job

that I'm rolling in dough?

What's so great about my body?

Is anything about it totally perfect?

I eat nothing and I'm still fat.

Even if you don't think so.

I feel lousy,

I have abdominal pain every day,

I throw up in the morning,

what's so terrific?

Go outside and see how many

people are perfect.

Yeah, but that hurts. I can't help it?

It doesn't have to.

But it does? It's not normal, I know.

I go outside and see an old

person and it hurts me.

It effects me. It makes me want to cry.

Be happy you're you.

Yeah but, then I look at my mother,

she's getting older and she's unhappy...

and I can't help her.

Or my grandma is getting older too.

Yeah, but that's life.

But I can't deal with it, Werner.

I have to enjoy it as long as I'm young.

And not think about me being 30.

Yeah but it's going by so fast.

You understand?

It's going by too fast for me.

You don't have to be rich to have a child.

That's got nothing to do with being rich.

I'm sorry but,

financially,

we're not so bad off that we can't...

bring a little baby into the world.

It would be so sweet.

I'd give everything for it.

Is that one of your crazy ideas?

That's not true, Werner.

Half a year and the kid will start

getting on your nerves.

That's not true. I fed the cats too.

Werner, I do feed them.

You'll feed the kid in the morning,

be gone all day,

and come home and feed it again.

The rest of the time it'll just sit around.

No. But it'll grow inside me.

You don't want a child with me.

You don't want to get married either.

What do you need me for?

To cook and clean?

You can get someone else for that.

Get a maid, she won't cost much.

300 schillings a week.

'Cause you don't make much of a mess.

I don't need a maid.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

What does that have to do with a kid,

whether I need you or a maid or whatever?

You can't just like me.

Or you can, but like an animal.

I like the cats too.

But you don't love me if you don't want

to get married or have kids.

I don't want to get married.

I'm too young.

We've been together long enough.

Leave me alone.

I want to go home, Lisa.

I've had enough of this place.

It sucks here.

My nose is bleeding again.

Hello, this is Vivian.

Could I speak with Werner?

Then he'll be home soon.

Thank you, good bye.

Hello Werner, now where are you?

I'm waiting for you again.

I can't reach you.

You aren't where you said you'd be.

Please come home or call be back.

Bye.

Leave me alone.

Stop it, must you always?

You're such an a**hole.

Get the hell out of my car. Hey, sh*t.

Are you crazy?

You're a slut.

You drag me out in the car and...

then you don't even let me f*** you. Sh*t.

First thing you always

want to do is stick it in.

Am I glad I never did it with you.

If you always start in like an a**hole.

I'm not wasting my time anymore.

You know what? F*** off.

Don't touch me, a**hole.

Will you stop pawing me?

I mean it. Get the f*** out of my car.

F*** off.

Then drive me home.

I don't think you're right in the head.

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