Zajednicki stan Page #8

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Wherever he goes I have to sanctify.

You'll pay for that too.

There's no sanctifying in socialism.

Let's make a truce.

- Until I resolve this

I won't back down! - If I was sanctifying,

I did it in my house

and you were sanctifying before the war

and during occupation! - Don't bring that up!

What was I doing during occupation?

- It's known. - What's known?

It's known, it's known! - What was I doing during occupation?

Pepi, what was I doing

during occupation? - Nothing.

Not even your alarm clock

worked during occupation.

Not even my alarm clock...

What are you playing?

I'm saying that you were good.

- I sure was,

unlike some people.

- Like who? - Like "ring 4 times".

You mind your own business

or I'll move to the next page.

She'll turn the next page.

- Number one:
don't cook in my

vestibule. - You don't say!

- Now I'll show you.

Please don't!

- Let me go!

What's wrong with you?

- I'll kill him!

Don't!

Calm down, what's wrong with you?

Pepi, what are you doing? Mrs. Nata! - Mom!

Silence! Silence!

This can't go on like this anymore!

- I'm convoking general emergency house meeting!

Mia, ring it.

- Pepi, the bell!

Take your places.

Why are you ringing?

- General house meeting.

I'm not the member.

- This is an open meeting.

Even you regular people will attend.

You, Ljubica and Lula.

Why do you need me when my wife is here?

- Listen to him! Look at this!

I'll see what you'll have for lunch today!

This meeting is now in session...

Like Mia said,

this can not go on like this!

- It sure can't! - Let's go!

About point one that this can not go on like

this we are all agreed.

Point two. Why can not go on

and because of who?

Point three about tenants

discipline and point four, miscellaneous.

I'm asking the speakers to be brief because

I have to go fishing in the morning.

Speak.

I'm asking permission to speak.

- Comrade Mia is now speaking.

Listen up people.

Atmosphere in our apartment has become

unbearable.

And if this goes on, who knows

what can come of it.

And I had the misfortune,

considering position of my room,

to be in crossfire,

on no man's land. - On erased space.

- Shut up, Pepi.

So I always played he role

of intermediary.

Aunt Pola is complaining about Mr.

Boga, he scolds aunt Pola,

and so on until the law suits

have came. And in both of them

there is some hard insults

that you would have answer about

you aunt Pola,

and you too Mr. Boga, because

it's about insult of honor. - And that's

six months at least. - Of what?

Of lock up. - Is that true?

- It is. Both you and aunt Pola,

wrote that not thinking

about the consequences.

Lucky for you that I got those lawsuits

before court did.

Let's put arguing aside and make

sure that we avoid consequences.

Because if it does, it's going to be a scandal

for the whole house, and us too.

If we don't solve all of the disputed points,

tension will become even bigger.

Mrs. Nata will install her stove

every day at this time.

- I sure will. - Of course.

And aunt Pola will throw the stovepipes

out. - I sure will!

You will too aunt Pola,

and you will too, Mrs. Nata. - I will.

And Mr. Boga will be without his

lunch every day.

How's that with no lunch?

- No rolling cabbages today. - How's that?

No, because Mrs. Pola

has disassembled the stove.

If we don't make an agreement

all of us will be left without lunch.

I was always for agreement.

- Well done Mr. Boga!

Asking permission to speak.

- Go on.

Listen you... If every day stovepipe

are thrown trough this vestibule

they can say that we don't use it

rationally and to move in

some trumpeter with his children!

How they can move him in?

- They can from legal point of view.

Sure, sure. - In that case...

I'm for an agreement too.

Great! Let's see how are we

going to solve this problem.

Who has a suggestion? - I have. - Let's hear it. - That Pola removes the goat from the bathroom,

to pay certain amount for electricity

and that she doesn't have the right

to throw out stove from the vestibule,

in other words, our kitchen. - That's right!

I don't agree!

- Hold on. Let's hear your suggestion.

That no one disturbs my goat,

and to pay 80 dinars for electricity

because that's how much I spend.

- She's rude. - And to remove the stove

from my vestibule at once.

- You want some cash too?

You can give that to your gloomy husband!

- Can you hear what she said about you?

What is she saying? - She's saying that you're gloomy! - Gloomy... how many letters?

You'll allow this hag to insult you.

- Me a hag?

Stop!

- Let me go! - What's wrong with you?

He said that I'm a hag!

- Silence!

Don't you understand that we won't

get anywhere like this?

You tell that to her! -He knows who

he should tell to. - We should solve this

by voting, not by fighting and brawling!

- Permission to speak! - Let's hear it!

Comrades. I was thinking about his problem

for a long time.

Do you want me to give you

a suggestion as a attorney? - Yes.

Let's hear it. - Allow me to retreat

to a quiet room

to organize my thoughts.

- Go to my room, Pepi

it's quiet there.

- Thank you.

Be careful not to step some cat's tail.

- Go to my room, at least

there's no worms there.

- Do you agree that everything that

is decided by voting, is put

into effect immediately? - We do!

Enough! Sit down!

I don't want to hear a single word.

"Que sera, sera".

Mia, Egyptian pharaoh, 11 letters?

First one "t", third one "t".

Tutankhamun. - What?

- Tutankhamun. - Correct. Thank you.

Drop dead.

- You too.

Mrs. Nata. - Yes? - Quiet down

please. - What I'm I doing?

I can hear your voice.

- Oh...

You see?

Mia. Flavoring, 7 letters. - Any letters?

- Second is "I".

Flavoring...

Cumin.

- Seven letters!

Cayenne pepper. - Right in the center.

- How did she knew...

Flavoring, 5 letters.

parsley.

- Seven letters. - P, a, r, s, I, e, y.

Parsley is not flavoring.

- You don't say.

If you cook some beef,

and you take some parsley

and put it in it's not flavoring?

- It isn't. - You know...

No, you're going to tech me.

When I was cooking lunches,

Metropolitan had came.

- He must've come on great fast.

He could do that with your swills.

I'm making swills?

- She's cooking for Ms. Goat.

She eats better than you.

At least I can cook.

She can't even flip a pancake.

- When I flip it flips 5 times

so I catch it.

- She's skilled,

she played tennis with Metropolitan.

You should know that when

Metropolitan comes at my place for lunch

he always doing, "oh-oh"!

And he smears half of his beard. - Yea, right.

He had to take his beard to

dry cleaning. - What's this?

You're starting again! Enough already.

Pepi, are you finished?

- Yes. - Hurry up.

Silence please.

Pepi is talking. Every suggestion will be

voted for. What is decided by majority

is put into effect immediately.

Correct? - Correct.

Citizens and philistines

Landlords, landholders, tenants,

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