Paradies: Hoffnung Page #2

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Arms out.

Shoulder-high,

stretch them out sideways.

Verena...

Don't lean.

- Course not.

Good.

Let's get comfortable.

Arms out.

Hanni!

I don't have to do gym or sport.

I have to go, but don't have to join in.

Man!

- Cool, huh? I'm gonna go.

See you.

- Bye.

So, Miss, what'll we do today?

Stethoscope?

Check your throat?

We could check my blood pressure.

- Blood pressure!

Blood pressure!

We'll check your blood pressure.

See what it says.

I need your arm.

What do you do when you're not a doctor?

- Just a second.

All right.

So what do you do?

- I'm always a doctor.

In your private life.

- In my private life?

Why do you ask?

- I'm just interested.

What interests you?

What you do, that's all.

Lots of things.

Don't you have a wife?

Why do you ask?

- Like I said, I'm interested.

Many people are.

Cell phone time.

Grab yours.

Enjoy, ladies. You have an hour.

- Thanks.

So, gentlemen, grab your cell phones.

Yeah, hi, Mom.

Yeah, it's totally cool here. I'm fine.

I'm in a room with three other girls.

They're really nice.

We're outside in the fresh air

most of the day, playing games,

or in class

learning about how to eat healthily.

About healthy snacks and stuff.

Okay, Mom. I'll stop now.

See you. Bye.

Yeah, hi, Dad.

It's really shitty here.

It's so dumb. I don't know

why Mom made me come here.

Yeah, I know.

I want to lose weight,

but there must be another way

than this idiotic diet camp.

Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.

Who did you meet up with?

Manuela?

Why?

Why are you meeting Manu?

'Cause she's the biggest c*nt I know.

Is too.

Don't give me lame excuses!

Why did you meet up with her?

That's no explanation.

I'm not jealous.

I'm just pissed that you're seeing her.

Hi, Mom, it's me.

Just wanted to say hi and that I'm fine.

The food's crap here.

Everybody says so.

I hope I'll catch you, but I can only

phone an hour a day at this time.

Okay, see you. Bye.

1, 2, 3...

If you're happy and you know it,

clap your fat!

Keep it in your mouth.

Eyes closed, head back. Savor it.

Let's count.

1,

2,

3...

You still have the chocolate

in your mouth. Very good.

That's pleasure.

This guy started Frenching me.

At first I thought,

"Super, he's a great kisser. "

And then he started to slobber.

I thought, "Get a bib!"

It was so bad.

I thought, "What's his problem?"

He kissed okay, but all that slobber!

Lots of guys kiss well, but...

They start to foam.

- Gross!

Like they have rabies. Seriously!

Rabid boys.

Read about it in Seventeen.

There was an article about how to kiss,

with your tongue and all that crap.

Oh my God!

My first kiss was the pits.

I imagined it'd be perfect,

like in a fairy tale.

But he crushed me with his face...

Like that.

My first kiss

was the best kiss of my life.

Been kissed a lot?

I dunno. It was...

It was a few years ago at camp,

diet camp.

I was seeing this guy, Andr.

And we went into the forest.

The whole group.

They said we could do what we wanted,

and be back in half an hour or so.

So we went off and found this cave

with our flashlights.

Totally romantic.

Cool.

- How sweet!

Yes?

Hello.

- Hello.

How's it going?

It's okay.

I have that weird stomach ache again.

Sit down.

Stethoscope.

Put it on.

Listen.

First the heart.

Higher. Here.

You always start here.

Lower down. Very good.

The third spot is here.

Liver.

Other side.

Here.

Spleen.

Left upper lung.

Breathe in.

Say, "Breathe in".

- Breathe in.

Deep breath.

- Deep breath.

Other side.

Have you kissed him?

Are you nuts?

- No, why?

No.

- Why not?

He doesn't even know.

He's not dumb.

You think that

just because I often go to his office...

Often? Like every day.

Stop it, don't tease me.

- I'm not teasing you.

You are.

- Am not.

So you haven't kissed him yet?

- No.

Do you plan to?

Yes?

- God!

Can we change the subject?

- To what, your doctor?

God, you're so cute.

I am not. Stop it.

- What's he like?

I don't know him.

You do know him.

- Only in passing.

What do you mean?

Anyway, he's really nice.

Go on.

- He's nice. He's funny.

Cute.

Think so? He is.

Yeah, no... He's not ugly.

- Right.

He has a nice body.

Yeah, I know.

Wanna tell me?

Stop it.

You're so dumb.

- Why?

I said he has a nice body and you...

What? I see it too, right?

What do you think?

What's in there?

Whatever, I'm taking it.

I got something.

Well, ladies...

Having a little party?

We can usually tell if we'll like a food

from its appearance.

Its color suggests its taste category.

Red means sweet, black means bitter.

Red foods

are generally accepted and popular.

Cherries, strawberries,

or red meat.

Black foods

suggest rot or death,

and have negative connotations.

So color psychology

plays an important role

when we judge and buy our food.

We did experiments at the university

where we dyed foods.

We dyed potatoes black,

cauliflower green

and asparagus red.

People wouldn't eat them,

although we made sure

the taste was the same.

They wouldn't eat them

because of the taste associations.

They associated them

with completely different tastes.

I'm quite sure that the food industry

applies psychology

to show their products

in their best light.

Products that are presented well

also sell well.

Since companies

want the best results,

meaning our money,

they have

to offer something in exchange.

Melli?

What happened?

- Nothing.

You sure?

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

You're nearly crying.

Look at me.

Is it the doctor?

What happened?

It's just dead.

From his side or yours?

- His.

I don't think so.

I mean...

Why do you think that?

- Well...

He's always so distant with me.

We don't do anything, you know.

What would you like to do?

I dunno.

I wanted to hug him,

but I wussed out.

Why do you think

he doesn't like you?

I dunno,

maybe he doesn't find me pretty.

You're totally pretty.

I'm sure he finds me too fat.

You're crazy.

Really.

- No way.

It's just, I think you should

pay more attention to your looks.

Like, do your hair,

wear other clothes.

I can lend you a skirt if you want.

Good, thanks.

I'm sure he likes you.

Think so?

Of course.

The way he looks at me sometimes...

I love his eyes.

It's crazy, they're so beautiful.

What color are they?

Blue, sky blue. They're beautiful.

You're so sweet when you're in love.

I swear,

I was never in love like this.

Your first real love, huh?

Renee hasn't had any.

- You're so dumb.

I haven't either.

Can I? Then we'll go in order again.

- Right...

In order!

How many times were you drunk?

- Me? Once.

Once? Crazy.

Look, it's just 'cause of the damn beer.

Hand it over.

Lexi, don't give him the beer.

- Pass the beer here!

That rhymes!

Who wants beer?

- The drinking age for beer is 14. Sorry.

None for him.

Your girlfriend.

- She's only 13.

Come get it. Come on.

Gimme the beer.

- Hands off the beer!

You're so dumb!

Hallelujah.

- Hands off!

Lexi, you drunk.

- Gimme it, you bum!

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