The Happiest Girl in the World Page #6

She doesn't need us, anyway.

Instead of giving

her confidence, what do you do?

Let her learn the hard way.

It'll teach her.

She's miserable,

poor little thing.

They want to give her a Logan and she

won't even pay attention to them.

- She's right to want the car.

- That's life. What can I do about it?

- Silence! Roll camera...

- Rolling...

Action!

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.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

I'm watching you! Drink!

Send them in now!

Cut!

How long was it?

Great!

Delia, it was good,

but it was too long.

It needs to be 35 seconds long

and you took 39.

- I can't go faster than that.

- Really? You could before.

Take our word for it,

we're not complete morons.

And a lot happier.

A big smile, okay?

Okay.

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!

What happened?

I don't know,

it might be the generator.

Go see what the f***

happened!

Delia, the smile was better.

But the projectors were off.

It's better in the dark...

Burundi...

- It's the generator.

- What's wrong?

- I don't know, it wouldn't start.

- Does it have enough fuel?

Yeah.

But it's a piece of sh*t.

So the generator is off...

It was overused.

- F*** off!

- They're trying to fix it.

I've already ordered a new one.

- It'll be here in 30 minutes.

- F*** them. It's gonna be too dark.

- They'll be here in 30 minutes.

- I don't care.

Let's take five!

Take a break!

There where

hardly two lightbulbs on.

Are you pulling my leg?

Romanians...

I've just talked to them,

they're trying to fix it.

- In 30 minutes...

- Fix it? They're only looking at it!

- What's wrong?

- I had a pebble in my shoe.

My goodness...

Did you remove it?

- Yeah.

- Great.

Delia, do you think

we want you to be unhappy?

I never said that.

You think we're vultures,

me and Mama?

- That we want to harm you?

- That's not the point.

I'm begging you,

answer my question. Tell me.

No, I don't think that.

We did it all for you, not for us.

If it'd been only us,

we'd have got on with our lives

and not gone to any trouble.

We wouldn't have tried

to set up a boarding house,

to scrape money together.

We'd have had no use for it.

- You believe me?

- I believe you.

I like sitting around, too.

No one likes to work.

If working were easy,

all the morons would work.

When I was your age,

nobody gave me anything.

Except maybe a beating.

Then I laboured in the factory,

in the pollution.

I stuck it out so

you'd have everything you needed.

I even got diabetes

but I never gave up.

I know...

So that you could go to school

and be prepared for life.

We saved money for your clothes,

toys, dolls, pencils...

so that you wouldn't feel deprived.

So that the rich children

wouldn't laugh at you...

You might not believe it now,

but this is how it was.

I believe you,

I never said I didn't.

I rarely bought myself trousers.

I've smoked only Carpati and Bucegi,

ate what was given to me, just

crusts of bread.

Did you lack anything?

- Tell me.

- No.

You didn't. Yes,

we didn't have enough money

for trips to China or Japan

or for caviar and champagne...

But you had everything

you ever needed.

- Right?

- Yes.

Then cut the crap

and sign the contract

because the man is waiting.

But it's not fair. It's my car, I won

it and I want to drive it around,

at least for one-two years.

I'm begging you, please, Dad.

- Are you starting that again?

- No...

You're driving us nuts,

you moron!

You said you understood

but you don't.

But why can't I keep the car

if I want to?

If God gave it to me,

it's only fair that I use it...

I'm telling you nicely

and you won't listen.

Girl, on my word of honour,

in two years time

you'll buy any car you like.

I swear.

Sign here. You'll see,

in two years time

you'll see eye to eye with me.

You'll say:

"I was about to do something

foolish, thank God for the old man"

That's what you'll say.

Youth passes quickly

and life is disappointing.

And if your business doesn't work?

How could it not? That's what works

everywhere in Europe.

Cities grow bigger

and people long for the countryside.

Nobody wants fancy places

like Sinaia or Mamaia anymore.

- Everybody wants nature.

- And what if it doesn't work?

Look what happens in Bucharest,

look at this madness.

They have no place to rest,

poor people.

Sign here.

Look, I'm not going to keep begging

you. Will you sign or not?

No. I've never been

allowed anything.

I never went to holiday camp,

because you didn't have money,

I never had a party

because of God knows what else.

And when I came in 3rd

in my class in 8th grade,

Mama promised me a party but,

in the end, I wasn't allowed one.

I never had a normal life,

like everybody else.

While my classmates were having fun,

I had to clean around the house

and pick fruit in the summer.

Now all my classmates

are waiting to see the car.

They didn't believe I'd won.

I've talked to Cornelia

about going to the seaside and...

Please Dad, it's mine,

I won it. Please.

I think I've been straight with you

and explained our situation.

- Will you sign or not?

- No!

Very well, Delia.

But me and Mama

are through with you.

What do you mean?

You can take your car

and do whatever you want.

But you won't set foot

in my house again

and you are no longer my child.

You won't get anything

from us anymore.

- Absolutely nothing. Take your car.

- But it's not fair.

You're treating us like fools.

You don't want to sign,

fine, bye-bye.

I have to beg you.

I raised you like a princess,

I wiped your ass when you were little.

...You've no shame?

If we were sick,

you'd leave us die all alone,

in shelters or in the hospital.

You wouldn't even bury us...

- That's not true.

- Give me a break!

You don't want to sell it, great!

I don't want to see you again.

Sit there and cry.

Shitty movie star!

She caught me at the corner.

The floor is waxed...

Boss! Come here!

They know nothing about anything.

Do you know how to eat p*ssy?

With small licks, so you don't

swallow too much hair...

Leave me alone, Bombardel...

I'm in trouble...

I'm in trouble, too...

I have problems with my gall bladder.

I'll die soon...

Don't bother putting me

down in the grave in my coffin

because it's no use.

Better hold me by the dick

and send me down slowly...

And don't shake it too much,

because I'll get a hard-on...

- Are you nuts?

- Life's worth living!

We have to get

enough p*ssy in our life!

- Do you like p*ssy?

- Yeah...

Then why did you get out?

- Okay, I'll sign it.

- Maybe you should apologize first.

- What for?

- For making Daddy cry.

Please, Magda. Let me do it.

But you must give me 3,000 and let me

go on holiday with Cornelia.

- What 3,000? - Euros. It's not

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