Solo Sunny

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to this lovely house.

A colorful spectacle awaits you!

That's the motto

of our quality show this evening.

Speaking of quality...

Someone said...

"You can't go on stage

with state shoes.''

I said, "Why not?''

"I can if they're in the box."

And now...

some of the finest ... The Tornados!

Hit it boys!

Listen to that feedback!

That's the point

of a qualified technician.

Back to quality... Here's Monica Metz

Ernesto Z.

Extra class dance impressions.

Sunny!

Lawrence and Lu!

And last of all...

your humble host Benno Bohne.

What should I do?

There's no john.

I caught a cold.

It's biological.

Hey, Missy.

Look who it is.

You've got a pigeon problem.

Pigeons do damage.

Clear out your window cabinet.

I don't see any.

Am I blind or something?

Who knows what you see,

Mrs. Pfeifer?

Just throws out her laundry.

Too lazy to wash it.

Breakfast not included.

Why not?

- I skipped work for you.

- It's not up for discussion.

Not very friendly.

Why did you take me home then?

- Where's the toilet?

- Half flight down, take the key.

Want some coffee?

What the hell for?

Why didn't you respond

to our citation?

I didn't receive it.

The mailboxes are broken.

The kids steal my mail.

And I travel a lot.

Mrs. Sommer.

There are complaints

that your living habits

are a nuisance to your neighbors.

Do you wish

to say anything?

No, I don't have anything to say.

Loud music...

...entertaining men...

...pigeon nest.

- Mrs. Pfeifer reported me?

- We register all complaints.

That's strange.

Can I have a sheet of paper?

- A what?

- Just a blank sheet of paper.

There's a tenant across from me.

He masturbates in the open window.

Do I have to tolerate that?

Do I have to shut the blinds

all day to avoid that?

Must I accept that?

File a complaint.

No. A complaint won't be necessary.

Maybe try to keep

the music down a bit, Ms. Sommer.

- Would you sign this?

- I'm not signing anything... period.

I hereby confirm with my signature

Ms. Sommer's behavior

does not trouble me

in any way whatsoever.

- An accident, maybe.

- I wouldn't bet on it.

Don't get sand everywhere.

- Hi, Sunny.

- I told you I'm going away.

- Right now?

- This second.

- Did you like that?

- You mean the music?

Think up some lyrics for me.

Not really my expertise.

- When are you back?

- Next week.

- When?

- Wednesday maybe.

Then we can go for a drink.

- I don't want to go for a drink.

- Then I'll visit you with a bottle.

I don't want you to.

You ruin a good idea.

- I brought my taxi.

- I have a ride.

Excuse me, I have a question.

Did you step on the woman's hand?

I wouldn't think of it.

What do you think of

"udder masseur''?

- What's that?

- A farmer.

It's a joke for the real crowd.

- I think it's good.

- I don't like it.

- Why not?

- I don't know. I just don't.

4 complaints:
''Singer is inaudible''.

You guys are too loud.

Mr. Bohne,

you don't understand music.

It's a drag.

We need a new style.

- We should do jazz and revolution.

- Amen.

Forget the house

and a Swedish water faucet.

I thought we're talking about style.

- I think tonight's the night.

- For what?

For screwing.

Can't you say anything else?

Not clever. Just different.

- Why don't you want to?

- Why should I?

- Because I can really get down.

- So can I.

To sleep.

Tonight's the night.

Mind stepping out?

Be right back.

Damn, man!

Can't blow with that lip.

Great!

Now what do we do?

- Back to Berlin for a new player.

- I'll go too.

- Sunny's to blame.

- Why?

Well, she shot him down.

The guy was an athlete.

Shouldn't be nailing people.

Taking orders.

Sunny, I can't understand

you not sleeping with Norbert.

- Say, can you spare me 100 marks?

- Sure.

You play spades.

Drop that card.

Watch for 10's and Ace's.

Who's that?

Who is the guy?

Not a pro... but he used to play

in a student club.

He's a philosopher.

- By profession?

- That's what he studied.

- Do you want some eggs?

- Eggs?

We're having eggs.

I eat eggs all week.

- Should I take them back?

- That means I'm used to eggs.

I sing what you just played.

My name is Sunny.

My name is Ralph.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to this lovely house.

We've got a great show!

It's small but it's got quality.

Someone told me

"Can't go on stage with state shoes."

I said, ''Why not,

dear friend?'

I said, ''Sure you can...

...with the box!''

Now it's some of the world's finest...

the Tornados! Hit it boys!

I'm in love.

There was gold in your stare.

Gold in your hair.

Starting today I'll always say

there was never a day

like this without a care,

Look! Detlef scored.

Maybe my key is in the hotel.

Totally sucks.

If I would've noticed it missing.

I could've gone to Moni's.

I'll have to get a locksmith.

Yep, looks that way.

Sucks, totally.

The problem can be solved.

Rita lived here.

Traces of Rita and her phone calls.

And who was Rita?

No idea.

You live all alone?

Why?

No space for anybody else.

I want to read for 5 minutes.

You can go to bed.

There're two blankets

so we're apart.

I see them.

- What kind of music is that?

- Old Indian.

It's beautiful.

Somehow soothing.

- You want the wall?

- No.

Damn. It's light.

Matter of fact it is.

Fall asleep fast.

- It's strange somehow.

- What is?

We're being so formal to each other.

OK, I'm Ralph.

I'm Sunny.

- We don't have to kiss.

- I'm tired, don't take it personally.

Why should I?

- Is your key really lost?

- What do you mean?

Wait a second!

So!

The bimbo just can't resist you, Right?

- OK, lay down.

- No! I'd rather go than stay here.

- It's cramped anyway!

- Lay down!

Where to with no key?

Are you getting us in the mood?

Just so.

If I'm gone when you awake,

shut the door when you go.

Good day.

You have the key

to the deceased's flat.

I'm her nephew.

I'm only here on a visit.

I'm sitting pretty.

What are you doing here?

What've you been up to?

I didn't erase Rita's traces.

Paint everywhere.

- Are you going to call me?

- Just come on by.

I'm only home

Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays.

Here's a photo of us at work.

- Which one's you?

- The headless one.

This is Christine. She said

''If only I could sing like you''.

When I'm really into a person,

why doesn't he feel the same?

lf I love him, so to say,

why doesn't he love me back?

That happened to me a lot.

Weird, don't you think?

Sort of.

- Do you mind if I eat that wurst?

- No.

It's like a yearning.

Maybe it's passion, not love.

And when I have him.

The passion is not to have him.

Sometimes it's like that.

- You're strong willed, I take it.

- You say that so...

Could be true.

Sometimes I think...

that I'm not a real singer.

I mean, in the sense of real singing.

I can only do it as if...

I can just be that because...

I want to.

I tried calling, Sunny.

How are you?

Good, Harry.

- Let's go have eel in green sauce.

- I have to go. Can you drive me?

- Right now?

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