Be pleased then, you living one,
in your delightfully warmed bed,
before Lethe's ice-cold wave
will lick your escaping foot.
I had a nightmare.
I dreamt that bombers were coming.
Could you leave?
Get lost!
Scram!
What about Bobbo? It's your dog.
Both of you.
Leave, both of you!
Now that's not very nice of you.
- No one understands me.
- What the hell are you talking about?
No one bloody understands me.
No one likes me either. No one!
Jesus Christ! You know
perfectly well that I like you.
It's not true.
It's all a big goddamn lie.
No one likes me!
- I like you.
- No one!
Bobbo likes you,
and he doesn't lie, does he?
He bloody well does too.
Get out of here!
Both of you!
Come, Bobbo.
Maybe things would
be better if I didn't exist.
So you wouldn't have to feel guilty.
Now that really hurts my feelings.
Do you think I want you to die?
That won't make things better.
You have to do your best in life.
Or at least try.
And after all,
there's lots of fun things, right?
- Didn't we have a good time yesterday?
- Sure, yesterday.
No...
If only I had a motorcycle.
Then I'd take off,
get away from all this shit.
- Right away.
- Yeah, yeah.
By the way, the oven is on.
- What's in it?
- A roast.
- What kind of roast?
- Veal.
Piss off!
Both of you!
I might be over in a while.





<... and a license you know >

<... and that I'm pretty pissed>






<... on an ugly bench. >
<- Is it strange to pray... >
- No, it's OK.
<... for a bike to take me far away? >
Nobody understands me.
YOU, THE LIVING
Olle.
What are you doing?
I'm standing here.
Well, I can see that,
but what are you doing?
I'm standing here.
That's what I'm doing.
- You're thinking too, aren't you?
- Of course I am.
So what are you thinking about?
Well, now that you ask I've
forgotten.
Did you think about me at all?
Maybe I wasn't.
You never do.
Now you're exaggerating.
Aren't you coming to bed?
Tomorrow is another day.
What did you say?
Aren't you coming to bed?
Yeah, I guess so.
Tomorrow is another day.
- What did you say?
- Tomorrow is another day.
Didn't you hear what I said?
Get lost!
Get out of here, both of you.
- You're not being very nice.
- Well, maybe I'm not.
Get lost!
OK, everyone!
Last orders now!
Last orders!
Tomorrow is another day.
Last chance to get really drunk.
I might be along in a while!
- Hello.
- Hi.
There's something I just have to say.
Okay.
I think you play so very well.
Thanks.
That's nice to hear.
That's all I wanted to say.
Okay.
A beer maybe?
Thanks. I don't drink beer.
It makes me sleepy.
Okay.
How about a drink?
Yes.
- What kind?
- Caipirinha.
Would your friend like one too?
Don't know, I'll ask.
- She does.
- Nobody understands me.
- Johan!
- Nobody understands me...
Not a bloody soul.
- Good morning, everyone.
- Good morning, mam.
What's wrong, mam?
My husband called me a hag.
What's that?
Why don't you ask him?
We don't seem to have green
in that length.
We should have a red one over here.
Shall we look at it?
Yes.
Is it really ten feet?
It should be, yes.
No, in fact it wasn't.
- Jorgen!
- Yes!
Have you sold
any of that red runner today?
Yes. Afew feet went this morning.
- Then you have to change the label.
- Right.
A lot of things are going wrong
today.
It's just not my day.
I've had a fight with my wife.
It happens.
The thing is.
I happened to call her a hag.
- That wasn't very nice.
- But she called me an old fart.
- Sorry?
- Old fart!
Personally, I think hag is worse.
Don't you think so, Gustav?
The devil

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