All language subtitles for Жаркие летние дни.1970.BDRip 720p msltel_track4_[eng]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING AFTER THE ORGY?

She jumped?

She put her clothes and wig
in a plastic bag.

And then she jumped.

What do you want me to say...
that you can swing?

Go in and put something on,
you'll catch a cold.

It's your turn to bathe...

sometime or other.

Anna!

At least help with breakfast.

No, that's wrong.

Like so, and so.

No...

That's better. No, they're still wrong.

-Anna, breakfast is ready.
-I'm not hungry.

I woke up at 4:00 this morning.
It was strangely quiet out there.

I couldn't decide whether
to go back to sleep or get up.

The frogs were croaking.

So I went outside. It was foggy.

A big cloud hung over my head.

It pulsed like a heartbeat.

Boom, boom, in and out.

Then I heard the bat wings...

in the middle of summer,
in the middle of the calm.

So I went back to bed.

Can you imagine what I thought?
It's a dragon...!

Ouch!

-Sally! What in God's name...?
-Haven't you fixed that door yet?

I didn't know... You're soaking wet!

Of course. I swam here.

I see.

No, it's my Bella... my baby!

You're all grown up!

You're so pretty!

What the neighbours must think!

You were just a little girl
when I last saw you.

Hi!

Sweetie, you've gotten
a little shy around your mother.

Of course it's been several years.

But I'm back now,

and I just want to sit in front
of the fire. Help me with the zipper.

Have you fixed the lightning rod?

No. I didn't know...

Fetch some firewood. That size log
won't make any kind of a fire.

Bella, hand me your father's blanket.

Thank you.

-Do you have any alcohol?
-Alcohol? No...

Come now...

Oh... liquor! Yes.

Here you are. Wait while I open it.

I don't know what to say...
How have you been?

Quite well, of course. How about you?

Yeah?

Yes... well...

No!

Bella, shouldn't you be in bed?

Good night.

-Assar!
-Yes? Isn't it a lovely day?

Fantastic weather, eh?

-Could you have imagined this?
-What?

-Did you ever imagine this?
-Yeah.

We need to talk, Assar.
Did you try to get a divorce?

-No, I knew you were alive.
-Ah, that's good.

-How's the barbering business?
-Decent enough.

But those long-haired types
aren't great for business.

They only get a cut once every six months.

Cut a little less off next time.

If the salon has been doing alright,

perhaps you've set some money aside?

Yes, but salaries are higher,
as is social security.

And I had to buy new sinks.

-How much?
-For the sinks?

Are you stupid?
How much have you saved?

15,000, maybe.

Okay, 15,000.

We need the money now.

-All of it?
-Yes... everything.

Assar! Assar!

Yes, dear.

-Have you fixed the lightning rod?
-Yes...

No, I have to tidy up the garden first.

Then I'll do it...

...sweetheart.

-I've repaired the door.
-Yes, that's just fine!

I'm going down to the bathhouse
for a while.

Yes, go ahead.

Hello, Assar!

What's the matter?

-My wife has come back.
-Hi, Anna-Bella!

Hi.

Oh, oh, oh...

-The hag? You said she was dead.
-I thought so. But she wasn't.

True, you can't believe
everything you hear. You know that.

She wasn't dead that way.

Oh, no? "That way"? In what way?

Anyway, she's back now and I'm very happy.

Yeah, sure...

Why don't you come over for a whiskey?
A whiskey to welcome in the summer?

Not tonight. Maybe another night.

Bullshit. I know that kind of talk.

Come on, Assar...
We'll drink to her resurrection.

Stop! Don't walk under the ladder!

You're a strange one.

You believe in superstitions,
but don't trust in our Lord.

No, it all goes back to the same evil.

"Good" was the choice?

Wasn't it Strindberg who said that?

Sally Gustafsson. Call me Sally.
Aren't you our neighbour?

-As I recall, you're name is Jansson.
-That's correct. Nice of you to remember.

I was just leaving. I hope that...

We'll do this properly
when everything is fixed up.

Come now, we have a lot to do.

Ouch... damn!

Why don't you pick up the broken glass?

Did you hurt yourself?

Assar! You have to fix
this window by tomorrow!

How has Anna-Bella conducted herself?

Good. I did what you told me.

-She hasn't gone out at night?
-No.

-She only comes here during the summer?
-Yes.

-No boyfriend?
-No.

-She hasn't had much fun, then?
-No.

-Now, how about a little whiskey?
-Sure.

Bella, let me look at you.

You've really grown up.

Walk a few steps.

That's good, you can move, too.

But don't slouch... up with the breasts.
There you go!

You do have an awful wardrobe!

But we'll change that.
We'll buy clothes in town on Friday.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Another...

Oops!

We have to do something about this.

We work with what we've got.

So there.

And there.

How might my master want it?

A little shorter, perhaps?

Well, we have to be careful here,
it's not very thick in the back.

Here we go.

So... so there.

Is it good like that? Is it excellent?

We understand each other.
All those long-hairs are terrible.

Tell me about it...!

Ludde... you're an ugly devil, you.

I mean it.

And you're stupid.
That's why I don't like you.

But you make a good pair...
lazy and idle throughout the day.

Things will soon pick up speed
around here, believe me.

Excellent. We understand each other.

No, we won't shave.

Hello!

I met Rickard in Sandhamn.

Take care of the boat,
Rickard wants to see how we're doing.

-And serve us drinks on the veranda.
-Pleased to meet you. Rickard.

But change first.
You can't be seen like that.

That girl is quiet. What's her name?

You call her both Bella and Anna.

She should be quiet. It's best that way.

We couldn't agree, actually. It happens.

So she was named Anna-Bella.

My sailing yacht is named Bella.
And she's also a beauty.

It must be wonderful to sail.

You have to decide... when to turn.

You have to know why and how...
I never know... not usually.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Have you heard the story about
the wise fisherman in China?

Every night he put on his hat...

...and headed out fishing in his junk.

One evening, just when they were
about to pack up their fishing gear,

he got a bite.

He pulled the cutest
little mermaid from the sea.

-No?
-It most certainly was!

With a scaly tail
and rounded breasts and all.

Carefully, carefully...
he coaxed her loose from the hook.

She gave him a warm look of gratitude,

-and he threw her back into the water.
-What a dumb fuck!

That's what
the second fisherman thought, too.

When he had pondered a moment,
as some men are won't to do,

he slowly asked: "Why?"

But the fisherman who'd thrown back
the mermaid didn't answer.

So then he asked: "How?"

But we know why and how... don't we?
Come on, let's go.

Bella also needs to go to bed.

Come.

What should I say...

That you were sitting there
and fell asleep?

It was a warm night,
but the doctor has said

that with your bad back,
you couldn't even open the window.

Now I'll fix you some coffee. Then
you can take it easy the rest of the day.

Bella and I are going
to town to shop for clothes.

There are some meatballs.

I put the gin on ice,
SO you can have a sip.

Bella, hurry up! We're in a hurry.

I told you to watch your back.

PRINT SHOP

POSING
SWEDISH GIRL - SWEDISH ARCHIPELAGO

Excuse me, would there be
a pretty little creature here,

with large knobs? Is it true?

What's all this about?

I'm a photographer. I heard
there's a pretty little creature here.

-Yes, with...?
-That's right.

Be so good as to come this way.

Large knobs?

Move your arms back a little.

Nice. Can you lift up...

Yes, a little more.
Yes. That looks good.

That's it. A little more.

A little more.

A little smile.

Good! Very nice!

Hold it out, let the wind take it.

And lean back a bit. Bravo!

Nice.

Now, where else can I take shots of you?

Don't look so glum.
Admit that it's rather comical.

And it's quite harmless.

Bella thinks it's fun to be pin-up girl.
All girls do.

He's only taking pictures,
and you're getting your money back.

With all these amateurs
coming here to take photos

there will be lots of money, tax free.

You'll get it all,
and I'll manage everything.

Sit up on that boulder. There. Yes.

That's good.

Nice. Damn nice.

Do the Ursula Andress thing
with your hair and arms up.

That's it. Great.

Nice. Now slip your straps down.

Damn good. Keep going. A little more.

Good. A little more.

Can you step out of it?
Slowly. There you go!

That's damn fine. That's it.

Turn slowly to the right. That's it.

And then... damn good.
Damn, it's damn good!

A little more. Perfect.

Good! Damn good!

That's just great.

A little backwards with your leg.
Very nice.

Amazing place! Perfect setting.

Lie flat on the planks.

The light is perfect.
Lay down. That's it. Good.

Perfect. But somewhat backlit.

Hi there.
I hope everything is to your liking.

Maybe I can be of service tonight.

Perhaps you'd care for something to drink.

Or...

Assar, get some whiskey and soda with ice.
Leave it outside.

Hurry up, little heart!

Put on some clothes. It's over now.
You can't lie around like that.

-So I took off the damn barn's roof!
-No!

That's how it usually goes!

You should never pay. Rule one.

Then you always order a White Lady,
never whiskey.

And you...

look in your handbag for a cigarette.

Then look around a bit.

Five cigarettes
will already be on their way.

You can accept a cigarette
from anyone, at any time.

But be careful who you select to light it.

Look him in the eye when he lights it.
It's in the eyes you get to know a person.

And really...

...you should never cross your legs,
but spread them a little.

Spread them,
causing your skirt to ride up.

As for young boys like them,

you shouldn't bother with them.

They expect they'll get it for free,
or they'll want to be your sweetheart.

The middle-aged...

They may be good in bed,
but they're stingy.

They have children and a wife to pay for.

The older ones are best.

They think
they can finally afford a little.

-You can do her!
-Yeah, which one?

-Who do you think? The young one!
-No, you're crazy! The old one.

-Damn, you're right.
-Of course.

Hang on!
You'll get something to drink soon!

Yes, it's been a long time
since the last one.

What a nice home you have!
Quite delightful.

It's fine old woodwork.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Assar! You have no idea who we ran into!
And Thursday is usually so quiet!

Fix some gin, eh?

Excuse me, that's a nice haircut.
Did you get it in Sandhamn?

No, a place in Gäsrikegatan.

I'm Assar Gustafsson, your barber.

-Do you know each other?
-He's a client of mine.

And mine also.

No!

I had a funny thing happen. Listen up.

We were coming into Sandhamn.
We had a senior lieutenant on board.

He told me to tie up to the pier.

So I took a length of rope
and tossed it over.

But it wasn't tied to the boat.
Yes, what the hell can you do?

THREE WEEKS LATER

Hello, hello.

Whiskey with soda and ice.

Make that two. She might want one.

Thank you.

Two bourbons, soda water and ice.

Ouch! Look, a splinter in my finger.

-Assar!
-Yes! I got a splinter in my finger!

You can't stay there.
Move around the corner.

Or row around out there for a while.

Assar Gustafsson.

Good day. Welcome.

Here you go!

- I have something to say.
-And what is that?

Don't interrupt me.
I know what I wanted to say.

Say it then.

I've had enough.

What can I do about it?

-You're asking what you can do?
-No, what you can do.

-Me? I don't know.
-Then make up your mind.

- I have made up my mind! I can't stand it.
-No?

-No? Is that all you can say?
-Yes.

-Not again! I give up.
-Yes.

Don't just say "yes" and "no."
Answer me. What are you going to do?

-Nothing.
-Nothing?

What can I do?
I can go to bed. I'm quite tired.

We could have had a quiet evening at home,
but then you start...

-You're trying to put the blame on me?
-No, we'd just argue about who started it.

Okay, I started it
when I left four years ago.

And there you are. We're tied at one-all.

-Did you hurt yourself tonight?
-Tonight? Me?

So what's that?
Did you hurt your finger?

Yes, I told you this morning.

-Is there any danger?
-No, the swelling will go down soon.

Then we can start again in the morning.
I think I'll turn in, too.

Don't forget to turn off
the lights before going to bed.

Can you sit down?

-Should I undress now?
-No, that's not necessary.

You really don't need to know,

but it's your face I want. And your eyes.

Thank you. Come again.

-Hello!
-Yes!

Assar! How's the lightning rod coming?

I'm going to Jansson's in a while.

Yes, yes. That's nice.

One night she came home
with the entire crew of a ship.

Well, I'll be damned!
Remember what it was called?

-Gerda Il.
-Damn!

-I'll go talk to Rönnlund.
-About what?

Five or six a day, you say?
That's pure bullshit!

Although it does bring in a lot of money!

Yes, but it makes me nervous.
We can't report it.

No, that is troublesome.

How much did you say? 150-200?

Isn't she charging a bit too much?

I can't stand it.
Anna has changed beyond recognition.

She used to help me with everything.

Really, I do understand you.

She's hardly more than a little girl.
She's just 17, right?

It's bullshit.
Hardly more than a little girl.

Have a drink?

Oh, would you sell me some nets,
so that I can go out and fish?

I need to feel free, like I used to be,

when she was dead,
or pretended to be dead.

Damn, it's stuck!

My finger is swollen from the splinter.

The alcohol will help.

She didn't even look at it.

Shoot the bitch! Drown her!

How can you live with a woman
who gives you no pleasure?

Not if you're in love.
Then she only brings you pleasure.

Then delight in her!

I'll think about the nets.

I'll come over someday.

And retrieve the bottle.

-I'll have to have 200 for the nets.
-Okay.

Okay...

-Who are they?
-They're from the tax assessor.

No thanks, we're on duty.
I hope you'll understand.

Yes, Ludde.
Are you comfortable? That's good.

It's starting to rain. They can
walk around out there in the rain.

Ludde...

...what should I say? We have to do
something. You understand me, eh?

No man likes to be bullied like this.

I'm sorry. But you understand me, eh?

I ought to do what Jansson said...
kill the bitch.

Who'll miss her?

She came, she disappeared. Right?

Yes, damn it!

-Assar!
-Yes! Where are you?

-Assar!
-Yes! Where are you?

-Here!
-Where is here?

Here!

What is it, dear?

-Where's Bella?
-I don't know.

-When did you see her last?
-Before lunch.

-What was she doing?
-She was with a boy.

-Who was he?
- I don't know. There are so many...

-What did he look like?
-A strong blond fellow.

-Did he have a motorboat?
- I think so.

-That damned bitch!
-Why are you mad at Ludde?

I meant Bella!
She'll give her cherry to that whelp!

-What do you mean?
-Don't you get it? She'll ruin everything!

She can't afford to have feelings.

-Did you see where they went?
-They were going out to the island.

Take it a little more left.

That's enough.

Ow! My back!

I was about to hit a mosquito,
when my back...

My back!

Oh, my back! Gently.

My back is broken. Ow!

Row gently... Ouch!

How am I supposed to get up?

Wait...

Oh, this is so nice! Welcome.

I'm not here to...

No, it's not like your last visit.
I understand that.

How much does it cost?

We don't need to talk about that.

It seems you have
some choice in our assessment?

-So that choice is your price?
-That would be nice, my little boy.

-But Mrs. Gustafsson...
-This is what will happen.

Just say yes...

-...and you'll have this.
-Please, Mrs. Gustafsson...

Say yes...

Mrs. Gustafsson...

Yes, Mrs. Gustafsson!

Mrs. Gustafsson...

Thank you, Mrs. Gustafsson.
That was interesting.

-That's not the way out.
-Oh... right.

Say, you wouldn't mind
if I come back sometime?

Sometime...
it all depends on your reports.

-Yeah. Goodbye, then.
-Goodbye, sir.

There you are!
No more running around. Get over there.

Would you look at that.

Assar! Assar...

Just once,
try to get this into your thick skull!

Money!

Assar! Everything is built on money!

Power, freedom...

Where would we be without money?
You can't live on love.

It's eat or be eaten! Don't you get it?

You read the newspapers.
Is there any choice?

You're insane... completely amoral.

Listen to him!
Did you hear that, Bella? Did you hear?

What has he given you during the years
I was away? Chores, boredom, nagging!

Have you had a single fun day?

-And then he hauls out ugly words.
-Ugly words?

Yes, like "morality" and "truth".

Morality and truth are used in books

and flowery speeches
because it sounds good,

and makes people believe
what those in power tell them.

Leave it up to me, girl.
You'll have the best things in life.

Posh hotels, clothes, travel.

Yes! And then we'll go to America
in the autumn.

They have nice big automobiles there.
"Swedish toys" are the best we have here.

Learn to use what you have,
and get paid for it.

-You're... you're so...
-Realistic!

Yes, I'm realistic!

Something you and Bella
will thank God for when we've gotten old.

We'll never get old.
And what should we do then?

Do then? The day of judgment
when you and I are in our graves,

and some dumb ass
blows "toot, toot" on his horn?

Do you know what we'll do then?

We'll pretend we don't hear it.

Thank God, that's better!

Good morning.
Was I wrong to come down here?

No, everyone's welcome. Coffee?

-Thank you.
-Bella, fetch the coffee.

-You can take Bella's cup.
-Thank you.

Dreadful weather we've been having.

- I see you brought my net.
-I remembered our conversation.

-We agreed on 200.
-I'll get the money.

-You always need money.
-Nothing in life is free.

-You shouldn't ask, either.
-No. That's life.

Money comes and money goes.
You're lucky Assar had some.

Here he comes.

It was nice of you to think of Assar...
To think of us.

If I had known...

I'd have come earlier.

Wouldn't you like
to have a look at the bathhouse?

Come, I'll show you.

Assar... you should be afraid of her.

Now do you understand what I meant?

-Maybe you'd like to give it a try?
-What do you mean?

I think you know.Why not try it...

now that you have some money.
Come on.

Come on, I'm sure you want to try it!

-Please...
-Thanks.

-Have fun.
-The same to you, sweetheart.

Assar!

Wait!

Did you shoot a thief, or the bitch?
Which one?

-Good afternoon!
-What?

Good afternoon!

-Aren't these the Åland Islands?
-Åland! No.

No?

-This isn't Åland?
-Yeah... well, it isn't.

I used the compass... here in the boat.

-I'm out of gas.
-Yeah.

Sally! He's out of gas.

Everything is gone. Even the beer.

-Sally!
-Sally! Sally!

Sally! He's out of gas.

He's out of gas

His gas is gone...

-You just stand there?
-Yes. I live...

-This is... well...
-Yes, yes. You live there.

-You must be cold.
-Yes.

-I'm warm here.
-Yes.

Sally! He's out of gas!

I'm Sally! It's so nice to see you!

Welcome!

From Finland, that's wonderful.

-Sally, Sally...
-Yes, that's me.

Come in! Come in!

-Please...
-Sally.

It's like a bathhouse in Mariehamn.

Hurry up with that,
and then go fix the lightning rod.

Look, Ludde. It's dynamite.
I've put it all around the bathhouse.

No, you can't eat it.
First, you put a cartridge in it.

Then, when these two wires
come together,

they create a short circuit.

I put a switch in the bed.
When she sits down, it goes "boom".

You understand?

What are you still doing here?
I asked you to fix the lightning rod.

I just have a little more to do.

By the way, where is Bella?

Holy shit, how stupid can that man be...

What luck! That's your Joker-boat, right?

-Can I get a ride into Sandhamn?
-Yes, I'll be glad to.

-What are you going to do with the gun?
-I'm going to sell it.

Your father doesn't have a license.

He nearly shot himself while we were gone.

What if the police...?
That's something we can't afford.

Let's go, so we'll get there before six.

Hello! You need to...

Something has happened!

I don't know what to do! It's mad!

Calm down. Have a whiskey,
and start from the beginning.

Yes, thank you!

It's just crazy! Crazy!

What is it?

Some fucking boat
drove straight up on my land.

And the driver is dead.

-The crash killed him?
- I thought it had killed him,

but he was dead before it hit.
He was a corpse!

A corpse was driving the motorboat?
You can sure tell a story!

It's just like you.

It's true. This is nothing to joke about.

It's damned uncomfortable.

What should I do?
They might think it was me... or you.

Me? What would I say...

We need to help each other
get rid of the body.

-What should we do, then?
-Send him back out again.

You mean...?

You can deal with this yourselves.

Okay, then you can install
the lightning rod.

Accidents seldom come alone,
and it's supposed to storm later.

Come on, Jansson! Let's take care of this.

MISSING BOY WAS MURDERED

Assar!

Would you like some coffee?
I've baked a cake.

You didn't think I could, eh?

Have you seen Bella? Oh, there she is.
Bella! The coffee is ready!

Lovely.

It's starting to drizzle.
Lucky we sat inside.

-What is it, Bella?
-I thought you and I might go to town.

Not at all. I promised your father...

-He'll be pleased if you go. Right, Papa?
-Me? I...

You can tell the truth, Papa!
It was much better before.

-What has gotten into you, Bella?
-Nothing. I just had an idea.

An idea?

You never had any ideas before.

You shouldn't have ideas.

No, but I've begun to think like you.

Doesn't that make you happy, Mama?
Come now.

You're in for a surprise, I promise.

Papa... wake up!

What? Is it you? I fell asleep.

She's dead, Papa.
She drowned. Aren't you glad?

What? Ouch!

-I put her body in the boat.
-What? In the boat... again?

You're bright, try to grasp this:
She's dead.

Sally? In the boat? Dead?

No, not again.

No, not again.
This time she'll never return.

This time she's really dead.

You mean...

Sally is dead! In the boat! But how...?

You don't need to explain.
The main thing is that she's dead.

Now life can begin again!

-What's going on at the church cemetery?
-Jan is being buried tomorrow.

We'll put Sally in Jan's grave.

Death so cruelly
and suddenly snatched him away.

Facing such a vicious and violent death,

one can easily understand why we ask:

"What was the meaning and the mind,

behind such a cruel death?"

"One man's death is another man's bread,"
says the proverb.

"I am the bread of life," Jesus said.

In other words,
who knows if we'd have no bread,

if the wheat crop bore no fruit.

In other words,
death can be a deliverance.

But...

...the meaning of it all...
The meaning of it all...

...Is hard to understand.

If anything should happen,
I'm at your service.

HALLDOFF'S FUNERAL HOME

I'll fix that later. I need to deal with
those goddamn yellow jackets first.

Oh, damn...

Bella mia, cara mia...

You're more beautiful than I remember.

Where is Sally?

-She's gone.
-To Sandhamn?

-When will she be back?
-She'll probably be a while.

Whatever, I'm in no hurry.

But I am thirsty as hell.
Can you get me a gin and tonic?

This is nice. You know...

...we barbers also know
lots of funny stories.

There was a famous Roman
emperor in Paris... I mean Rome.

It was his birthday

and they were celebrating
with a great crucifixion.

A hundred...
two hundred Christians would crucified.

There were a hundred of them, yes.

They were having a party
and crucifying people in his honour.

They were in the middle
of a grand feast, when...

...he said he wanted to go outside,
even though he is a little "high".

He goes out to look at the crucifixions.

They were nailed to their crosses.

All was quiet, so many were dead.

But he sees one man's mouth moving,

and hears a strange sound

from the man hanging on one of the
crosses. There were several hundred.

But on this cross was a man
and the Emperor asked a gladiator

to fetch a ladder so he could climb up
and hear what the man was saying.

He climbs up, but he can only
hear a faint moaning sound.

He climbs some more steps,
but only hears the same sound.

So he climbs all the way up and says,

"Speak up,
I can't hear what you're saying."

He puts his ear next to the man's mouth,
and hears,

"Happy Birthday to You."

The crucified man sang...

It's so nice to see you! Welcome.

-Hit!
-Too bad Sally disappeared.

She was a fine human being.

But Anna-Bella is much like her.

Watch the ladder!

-Do you really believe in superstition?
-No, not anymore.

Then why should I?

That devil!

Good bye!

Did I make a good selection?

When will you put up the lightning rod?
You know I'm scared of lightning.

Yes, I was thinking...

Don't think about it,
just get up on the roof.

Now?

Now!

Yes, I might as well.
I have nothing else to do.

-Hurry up! There's a storm!
-I'm almost done.

-Hurry up!
-That's no problem.

Let's see...
One, two, three, four, five...

It is over five kilometres away.

Good day, it's Anna-Bella. Gustafsson.

Yes, three weeks ago.

She... he was murdered.

In the little black dress?
Yes, that was me. Yes.

I'm so lonely now.

My father just passed away.

Nice!

So, why did you call me over here?

-What a question! He's dead.
-Dead?

Dead. He's dead, alright.
There's no doubt about it.

You needn't be so upset about it.
I thought you were used to this stuff.

Of course.

-Can you take care of him?
-Of course.

My deepest regrets.

It must have come as a terrible blow.

So unexpected.

He was so proper, so upright.

Obviously, we'll take care of everything.

Our long experience,
our reasonable prices...

-Good. I'll go put on some coffee.
-Thanks.

-Would you like some brandy in it?
-No thanks, ... Well, yes, thanks.

Yes, then...

It might be best
if you took Papa with you.

You can tie up the skiff
over at the bathhouse.

God, what a lovely little place!
It really is.

-My God, you are truly beautiful!
-That's not true...

It's the truth!

Finally!