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We don't want any more.

And you must respect that.

I don't want to.

- Imar, go out now.

- I haven't done anything.

- Go out. That's enough.

- Forgive me, miss. That's a pretty dress.

- I would like you to go out now.

- She seems to be on her period today.

- Out! Everyone out at once!

- Imar, you stay where you are.

- What did you say?

- What did I say?

- What the f*** did you say?

- Nothing.

No, it was...

That I'd pissed my self?

Why do you say things like that?

I didn't say anything about piss.

- That you would piss on me?

- You hear what you want to hear.

You don't know anything about me.

Not sh*t.

I didn't say that stuff.

You imagined it.

Knock it off.

Do you like to fantasize?

I know your type exactly.

You're fake. You like to lie.

Out!

- You're in love with me, right?

- What the hell did you say!

You heard.

But it's ok.

What?

I would never sleep with you, just so

you know. Never.

Little honey... You don't need to tell.

He's gotten out of hand.

I don't know what I should do.

Who? Is it Imar?

What has he done this time?

He said that I should lie on the floor.

- He wanted to...

- What? What did he want?

- To piss on me

- He is totally sick!

- Why would he say that?

- The boy needs help.

I will talk to the rector.

- Ah, there you are.

- No, I sat here. She...

- Am I interrupting?

- No.

Yes.

- I won't interfere anymore.

- No... !

- Sit with her.

- Can't we go home?

Seriously.

Sweet little one, go on.

- I don't know...

- What don't you know?

Go and sit with Linda.

Don't let me interrupt.

- Don't be childish.

- Is she surely childish?

- You're not mad?

- Why should I be mad?

We are adults. I'll go home and grade a few

papers, so we'll eat dinner later.

If it gets late,

give me a call so I'll know.

Take care of her now.

Bye.

Did you see? Certainly he is nice.

- We're want to have a baby.

- You're going to have a baby?

Oh. I see.

He is so good with kids...

...mamma likes him so much, and pappa...

They work really well together.

- What will they say if you have a baby?

- They'll probably be really excited.

Not to mention his mamma.

She would do anything for a grandchild.

She will love the poor little baby to death!

And you can be the godmother!

- Oh no.

- What is it?

- God, it's my legs!

- Stand up.

No, they're asleep.

They have no feeling in them.

- Can you help me?

- Stretch them out.

I'm sorry. She came to me.

I didn't want to talk to her

What do you think you're doing?

Forgive me.

I'll never talk to her again.

But you said that I should talk to her.

Did I say that?

Is that how you perceived it?

You said so! You said that I should stay

there. I didn't want to, but you said so.

What did you think you were doing?

Please, don't sit there silently!

I might be pregnant.

Krister?

Yeah?

Can you just move on?

You lie and lie.

I understand now that you can't

distinguish between fantasy and reality.

You lie to yourself.

This is nearly the worst.

Haven't I done everything for you?

Don't I devote all my time to loving you?

Yes, you do, Krister.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Why do you do this to me?

There's really something wrong with me.

What do you want me to do?

- Please, say it.

- I don't want to.

What do you think?

I can...

You can even piss on me or something.

What?

- What the f*** did you say?

- But I've been so stupid.

Stand up, damn it.

Are you crazy?

Get up.

Do you want to have me pissed at you?

Are you stirring up some kind of sh*t?

You have three minutes to disappear

from here. Three.

Two minutes.

Lay down.

Lay down, if that's what you want.

You thought you'd just push, or...?

What?

Were you just trying to push this along?

Is this what you want?

Wait!

I love you.

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