The Happiest Girl in the World Page #4

My name is Delia Cristina Fratila,

and I'm the luckiest, happiest

girl in the world.

I sent in

and I won

this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

Cut!

- How was it?

- Wonderful!

Delia... Emphasize "gorgeous".

This juice looks

suspiciously yellow to me.

- Let's make it a bit more orange.

- It's your juice... That's the color.

Yeah, but let's make it more tempting,

like you'd really want to drink it.

Add some coffee.

It'll make it redder.

Coffee or coke.

Bombardel, pour some coke

in that bottle and make it orange-red.

Yes, boss.

Let's hurry, I have a girl

to deflower at 6 PM.

Move it!

- Do I have to drink it?

- It's just coke.

Ready! Silence!

Roll camera...

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Fratila

and I'm the luckiest,

happiest girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels

and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink it! Drink it!

Send them in now!

Cut! It's better...

That's better, but you have

to drink more juice.

- Gabi! Come here...

- Yeah...

- This girl has a moustache!

- Didn't you see it?

It's just a bit of fluff.

Everybody has it!

- Stop arguing and remove it.

- Okay, but it'll take a while.

Right away.

Please, don't leave a single hair!

I don't have money

for postproduction depilation.

You won't see a thing, I promise.

F***! Now it's red!

Sorry...

Put this ice on it

and press it hard.

- A doughnut?

- No, thanks...

He said he can't give us

all 12 thousand at once.

He'll give us 8 now

and the rest later.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing, Aurel. Nothing.

Nothing or everything?

You don't like anything

or you dislike everything?

- I don't understand.

- I'm the one who doesn't understand.

You're not happy with what

I've done.

I never said that.

If you don't like it,

and you think you're so smart,

then find something better.

Since you're always right.

- What are they doing to her?

- They removed her moustache.

- They shaved her?!

- No, they waxed her.

- And how's it going?

- So-so.

Just so you know,

we fought terribly.

What did she do?

She's unhappy, the poor thing.

It's the car.

Haven't we talked to her already?

Isn't everything clear?

My name is Delia Cristina Fratila,

and I'm the happiest girl

in the world...

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels

and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

Cut!

Why aren't you paying attention?

It's good, but please,

don't forget "luckiest".

- It's crucial to us.

- Yes.

- How's it going?

- Fine.

- A doughnut?

- No, thanks.

- You look good as an actress.

- Good.

- Nice little car.

- Yeah.

You had an argument with your mother?

She had one with me,

not me with her.

Why?

I said some things and she started

screaming like a crazy person.

Oh. I brought the papers.

Everything is in order.

Costel took me to someone

who agreed to our price.

Exactly as we wanted it,

it can't get any better than this.

- I couldn't care less.

- What's with you?

- What's with me?

- I don't know.

Something happened to make you so

upset. Did they upset you?

- No. It's nothing.

- You could be happy, like us.

Well, I'm happy.

Move aside, please, we're shooting.

Don't shout.

You scared me.

And... Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Fratila,

and I'm the luckiest,

happiest girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels

and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

And... cut!

Mister "artist", tell her again

to drink more heartily.

And what am I supposed to do?

These people can't act!

The smart ones don't always win!

I know, but let's try again.

It's no big deal.

Delia, drink more.

Like you're really thirsty.

I can't do it anymore.

I'm swollen with all this juice.

Force yourself!

- What's with the airs?

- C'mon, Delia, really...

She should be Setila (the thirsty one)

And not Fratila (the brotherly one).

F*** you, man, don't be a d*ckhead.

My name is Delia Cristina Fratila,

and I'm the luckiest,

happiest girl in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels

and won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Send them in now!

Cut!

Livelier. I'm begging you.

You looked dead.

Look happier, you've won the car.

- It really is your car.

- Yes. Sorry.

Delia, what's going on? You're doing

it on purpose or you're sick?

- I'm okay.

- Do what he says and get it over with.

- I'm doing it.

- Still feeling sick?

No. This juice is giving me

a stomach ache.

Give her something for nausea.

Do you have anything?

How many pills should I give her?

She'll get drowsy and droopy.

Didn't you hear?

She's sick?

I did, but we'll destroy her

with all these pills.

She'll get an ulcer.

So we'd better leave her be sick

and throw up inside the car.

We're ready to shoot. Silence.

Please, clear the frame.

You're obstructing us.

- We were talking to our daughter.

- And you're creating chaos.

Sorry...

Silence!

Roll camera!

Action!

My name is Delia Cristina Fratila,

and I'm the happiest girl

in the world.

I sent in 3 Bibo Multifruit labels

and I won this gorgeous Logan Break.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

More! More!

Send them in now!

Cut! Great!

Move the car back...

I've just realized...

We have a problem.

We've said we'd shoot towards a

modern building, towards the traffic.

No. In the end we decided to use

something more stylish,

an old building, more refined...

Petite Paris...

We said we'd film one winner

a la Petite Paris

and the other one more goal-oriented,

emphasized by a new building

and the traffic.

That's how I remember it, too...

What new building?

We are at the University...

Maybe on Victoriei,

at the Bancorex building...

No can do.

Who'll authorize it, on the spot?

No way!

Maybe... something like the

Intercontinental.

It's a symbol...

Okay.

I've nothing against it,

but we have to move

the lights, the camera...

It takes time. The car...

Couldn't you have noticed sooner?

Nothing I can do. I'll have problems

at work, with Jean-Pierre.

He was quite clear,

we have to shoot it as we said.

Okay, everybody stop.

We're moving.

Why?

They want a modern f***ing building.

- We'll move closer to the Inter...

- Are you crazy?

The f***ing light goes,

it's all over.

Don't blame me, there's

nothing I can do.

- You don't like it, go talk to them.

- Whatever.

Let's move!

Faster, we're losing the light.

- And where do we go?

- There!

To see the Inter as a modern building.

Goal-oriented.

Take a break.

Do you know

how much longer it'll take?

No, we're moving

to the other side.

- Where are you going?

- To the toilet.

Wait!

Sign here

so I can take it back.

What's this?

That contract with Mr. Manciulea,

the guy Costel took me to meet.

Didn't I tell you

we agreed about the money?

I'm going to the toilet.

See? I told you so.

I'll talk to her.

Her tummy problem is no excuse.

Delia! Come here!

- What?

- Sit down.

Sign the contract

so I can get a move on

and we can go home on time.

Daddy, I was talking to Mama,

and I think we should keep it.

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