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in his room?

If you would.

May I? Excuse me.

Where were you?

I've really had it with you.

I'm 14, Mom. Not you.

All parents I know just get divorced.

But of course my parents have to come

up with something ridiculous like this.

Hi, Sas. How are you doing?

I just thought I'd carry on.

I'm almost done.

Alright.

Ooh, sexy.

So this is

where we're going to cook now?

Look at that floor. He's done a good job,

that husband of yours.

Yeah, it has turned out well, hasn't it?

Who sleeps there?

Is this what I think it is?

- Are you getting a divorce?

- Of course not.

We just need some time apart.

- Because of that Jim guy.

- Who's Jim?

- Are you alright?

- Yes, I'm fine.

- Really?

- Yes.

So, what's in the diary?

Are you never going to sleep

here with us again?

- How's Daddy?

- Fine.

What do you think of the new lamp

we made?

You're very old, right?

That's because you smoke.

First you got fat

and then you got wrinkled.

That's right, grab a bite.

There are some on my back as well.

Here, take it. It's free.

Hey, Soof.

I'm out of here.

You're having dinner with Mommy.

Can I trust that you'll do your homework

when I'm gone?

Dad? Don't you think

you should start working out?

What do you mean?

How long has it been

since you last exercised?

Thirty years?

Kasper said you're having a hard time,

with the house, your relationship...

- Is something wrong with him?

- No, don't worry.

- He's going to redo my kitchen.

- Kasper?

As a contractor.

With a guy called Zlaveck.

I admire his courage

to have a career change.

For people like you,

exercise can be beneficial...

except that alcohol and exercise

don't go well together.

As you well know.

Wow.

It's your favorite.

Pasta alla vongole.

To celebrate. The doctor told me.

Oh, that. Exciting, isn't it?

- Nice lamp you made.

- Yeah?

- Do you like it?

- Yes. And I also think it's sweet.

And that floor...

It wasn't my first choice, as you know.

But it is rather sexy.

Sexy?

Alright.

How did we ever let things go this far?

You had an affair. Didn't that have

something to do with it?

But maybe I have

some blame in that as well.

Yes, you do.

I'm sorry, but you haven't made

much of an effort lately.

- I built you a kitchen.

- Wait. You don't understand.

Sometimes you have to do something...

to make the other person feel

they still matter.

- Like going parachute jumping.

- It doesn't have to be that big.

- Take those sweats.

- What about them?

Well...

They're not really...

Sexy.

- Soof, I'm a bit pressed for time.

- Right. I've got to run too.

Okay.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Sas. This is for you.

Can you give it to your dad?

- What is it?

- An invitation. I'd love you to come.

From Mommy.

KookSoof grand opening

5 September

When are you coming over

to sleep at our house?

I don't know...

Daddy won't let us watch TV

for more than half an hour.

And he makes us eat pancakes

using a knife and fork.

Hey, it's not that bad.

Really? So like this?

The gluteus maximus runs

from your pelvis to your hamstrings.

Here, you mean?

From here to there?

Soof.

Soof, stop that.

- This is not happening.

- Soof.

Everything alright?

- That remains to be seen.

- Too right.

Anything else we can do?

- Excuse me. Can we talk?

- O, dear. Is there a problem?

- Parking. Have you thought about it?

- Not really.

Well, we have.

Harm Jan, the parking protocol.

Well, I don't know...

No need to worry. We'll take care

of KookSoof's valet parking.

- Bye, Thomson and Thompson.

- See you tonight.

Hi.

I came to wish you luck tonight.

That's sweet, Sas. Thank you.

I've decided not to feel embarrassed

by you anymore.

Oh, that's nice.

- And I miss you.

- I miss you too.

Aren't you supposed

to give me a hug now?

- Will you be there tonight?

- Yes.

And your dad?

- Some cilantro?

- No, that's for the shrimps.

Are there still things in the oven?

Here's one, Harm Jan.

Yes.

KookSoof's valet parking.

Good evening.

Just follow the path down.

KookSoof's valet parking.

Keys still in there? Great.

Good evening. It's down there.

Going well.

- Hello, Soof.

- Hi.

Good evening.

Please sit down.

Valet parking. We'll take care

of your car. Have fun.

- What do I do? There are too many.

- Stay calm. You take that one.

- I have to...

- Wait. Shut up.

Whose is this?

That belongs to this one.

I just told you. Or was it this one?

- No, this one.

- It's not working.

You take care of that bus.

Let me. You there.

Yes, you, sir.

You're very much in the way.

We're having a party.

And you are blocking the road.

What can I do?

Hi, my sweethearts.

My honeybuns.

So glad you're here.

- Is Daddy coming too?

- I don't know.

- Me neither.

- Come on.

Alright. I'll see you later.

- I've really messed up, Mom.

- No, you haven't.

Happiness is within your reach.

I lost it.

There's a silver lining on the horizon.

You just have to look for it.

- Mom, you're babbling.

- Yes. Maybe you're right.

I'm just a silly yoga nut.

And you don't want me in your kitchen.

The boys told me all about it.

Rather fun, really. That telephone cat.

And you still came to my party.

Of course, honey.

You're my daughter.

And I love you.

Why don't you go back in now?

Go on.

It'll be fun.

Sure.

Chances are that Kasper and I

will be doing it for the 1446th time.

Genetically that is of course still

pointless. But who cares?

As long as we can look each other

in the eye.

Even when, at times,

we're not so happy.

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