All language subtitles for Den.Goda.Viljan.1991.S01E03.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-DLK_track1_eng

Forsboda coming up!

Are you the minister?
I'll drive you to the rectory.

-There was no mention of a second party.
-This is my fiancée.

You can get off here.

We've waited all day.
Welcome to you both!

My name is Magda Säll
I'm the rectory's housekeeper.

Welcome!

-This is Rector Gransjö.
-So here you are!

-Yes...
-The train was delayed.

I'll go get the coffee.

The time should really be five past four,
but all the clocks here are off.

It is must be linked to the
subterranean magnetic fields.

The only clock that shows
the correct time is mine.

It appears to be wholly unaffected
by the subterranean powers.

-It's ten past four by my watch.
-Well well...

Well... Yes, that could be so.

Yes, Magda should be here with the coffee.

I won't be having any,
as I must prepare myself.

We'll be having dinner
with Nordenson, the manager.

I need to take a little nap.

-Welcome, please be seated.
-Thanks.

Sorry it took so long,
here comes the coffee.

We'll be dining at the Nordensons, which
won't be much fun, after all that has happened.

-Are you "schon im Bilde",
as they say in German?

Then I won't go into details.

-What happened?
-No one knows for sure...

One thing is clear - the mill
is on its last legs.

Nordenson has gotten
mixed up in certain "affairs".

There is talk of prison.

This past year has been a tangled mess
of rumors and other stories.

I don't want to sit here and gossip.

Now, I'd like to show you
to your rooms.

The young lady
will stay in the Bishop's room.

The minister will stay in the wing.

Dearest, beloved Anna,
who will be my wife before God...

When we are apart-

-I'm gripped with the worry
that I will never see you again.

Cheers! Cheers, minister.

Cheers, captivating young lady.

Youth and beauty,
is what we thirst for, here in the wilderness.

Cheers!

-How is it going at the factory?
-Ask the administrator!

This is awful.

The furnace, the rolling mill and the
steam hammer were all shut down today.

The workers gathered in the warehouse
but were chased away by security.

Then they broke into one
of the condemned houses near the falls.

I went there to confront the police-

-but then the administrator told me
that the workers could stay there-

-if only they turned the agitators away
and started their work again.

What is happening?

The Rector...

It is unfortunate that the young minister
has received no political education-

-before being released into
the market. What do you think?

lf the minister had been informed
of the situation, he would know-

-that we haven't had a week's
peace since the big strike.

We now have a new generation-

-of loudmouths, agitators
and criminal elements.

They put themselves between us and
our workers. And live with class hatred

Rabble and riff-raff!
They want to take what is mine away from me.

They want to send me packing down the road.

Let's state it clearly:
they want to kill me and my family.

Let there be no doubt...

Their aggression will be reciprocated.

I can get out my rifle, and shoot
them like the mad dogs that they are.

Let's not mince words,
minister...

We might want an enemy
with shinier weapons-

-but that is too much to expect
of a mob with a taste for blood.

I don't want
to bring up this question.

The ladies already feel a bit uncomfortable.

My wife gives me an earful
on my days off-

-because I demand
political conscience from a minister.

I didn't know that the situation
had gotten so inflamed.

That is a remarkable word,
which makes it sound like a sickness.

It is not a sickness.
It is a revolution.

We, who are sitting here, are the losers.

-Our heads will roll.
-Now my husband is being too macabre!

Let's stop this meaningless discussion.
Coffee is being served in the salon.

For my, and the rest of my guests' sake-

-I want to thank you
for an excellent meal.

-Cheers and thanks!
-Cheers.

Read it this evening.

-Is it dreary?
-No, it mostly concerns love.

Excuse me, there is something
I need to speak to you about.

Will you be offering
confirmation instruction?

-I expect so.
-That's good.

I desperately want
my child to be confirmed.

That shouldn't be a problem.

It's a huge problem, since the child's father
does not want it, under any circumstances.

He gets angry
when I bring up the subject.

It is an absurd anger.
I don't understand why.

I can't discuss it with the rector,
since they are friends.

-He'll certainly take my husband's side.
-How peculiar.

There is so much that has
gotten strange over the years.

Come, let's go in to the others.
They might start to think...

When we are apart-

-I'm gripped with the worry
that I will never see you again.

Your hands, your smile,
your voice, all of your small body.

I try to recall everything about you,
but my fear is too great.

You are suddenly gone.

I will be your unborn child.
I will be caged up in an anxious womb-

-under your heart where it is warm.

I feel jealous of our children
who will sleep inside you.

Pardon me if I seem melodramatic-

-but I am afraid of the prospect of
everything big and new which awaits us.

Personally, I don't approve of the chapter's
decision to employ an extra minister.

-Iets not stand in the way of their happiness.
-No, that would be beyond me.

-It's beautiful here!
-Of course...

You need to make sure children
don't go down there.

The fence fell down this past winter.

-Shouldn't a new one be made?
-Yes, I guess so.

Welcome.

Yes, it will be equipped. I have demanded
running water.

The chimney will be rebuilt
and the stove replaced.

The floor needs replacing too, it's rotten.

The kitchen will be constructed to
Miss Åkerbloms satisfaction.

The maid's quarters...
They'll have to sleep head to foot.

Otherwise, a cot could
be placed in the kitchen.

lf you would trust me,
I could get a couple of hard-working girls.

-Do we need two?
-Usually.

In a minister's house
there is always unexpected work.

The carpenter wants to make
two rooms here-

-but I have opposed that.

Ministers need one large room
for gatherings.

I have suggested that
we build a large tiled stove here.

We'll make it warm and cozy.

The staircase needs rebuilding.
Strange as it sounds, the south side faces north-

-and the kitchen faces south.

-That seems a bit backward?
-Yes, but I didn't build it.

The guest room...
Otherwise, the top floor is in good condition.

It just needs paint
and wallpaper.

The staircase isn't sturdy.
The bedroom is small-

-but there is a washroom
and the view of the waterfall is beautiful.

The study and the children's room
can certainly be switched.

All can be taken care of,
morning sun or evening sun...

Where is my study?

Yes, I want to know
where I will keep house.

I have an equal workload
with my husband - and unpaid.

Where will I write, read
and do the family's accounting?

I am used to my own room.
This is actually a demand.

It isn't so usual that
the minister's wife gets her own room.

Well then, how could I know that?

Couldn't the guest room
work as your study?

Henrik will take the guest room,
I want to be near the children's room.

It would be very distracting
with all this running back and forth.

The minister needs to be undistracted
when he is preparing his sermons.

Then he can put cotton in his ears!

Does this need to be resolved immediately?

Mr. Jakobsson and I will
go check the outhouse.

I'm only joking, Henrik.

Henrik?

No need to be so melancholy.

Please laugh, Henrik.
It's no big disaster?

We will have a beautiful home.

Please laugh,
or I'll think you are upset with me.

I wanted us to be alone
when we entered the church.

Look at that, shall we see how it sounds?

I think it must have been
originally a greenhouse.

The organ needs repairs.

Anna...

-Yes, my friend?
-I want us...

What do you want?

When we get married...
Can we let Gransjö preside?

Of course, if you'd like.

Here.

Here?

Here, in our unfinished church.

I don't understand... Do you mean
we should hold our wedding here?

Just you and me,
the Rector and two witnesses.

-Couldn't we do that?
-We're getting married at Uppsala Cathedral.

We'll have a proper wedding
with bridesmaids and an academic choir-

-with family and friends for dinner.
We can't just change all that.

-We've already worked it all out.
-You have worked it all out.

You wanted the academic choir.

You and Ernst
set the program.

I think you should forget about that.
Is that impossible?

Yes, it is.

-Why is it impossible?
-Because I want a proper wedding.

I want a big party,
to celebrate and be joyful.

-And the wedding I am proposing...?
-Let's stop this discussion.

-Otherwise we'll start arguing.
-I'm not arguing.

No, but I am.

-Couldn't you consider it?
-I have considered it.

We already decided. You said you wanted
a wedding as grand as our happiness.

You should have told me before,
but maybe you were too timid.

We'll be living here, don't you understand?

That's why it is so important that
we begin our life in this church.

Important for you, not for me.

-Don't you understand what I am saying?
-I don't want to understand.

lf you loved me you would.

You're being silly. I could say that if you
loved me, then you would let me have my party.

There's no limit to the fact that
you are spoiled. Don't you see that?

I'll tell you exactly what I see.
You don't like my family.

You want to humiliate my mother
in a hurting but sophisticated way.

That's it... Admit it, Henrik!

Amazing how you can misinterpret things.
Mean and remarkable.

But now I know that you are
putting your family before me.

You're being ridiculous! I've nearly
killed my mother trying to get to you.

So I ask you for
an absurd little sacrifice...

Sometimes you seem so
disturbingly lower class.

You pretend to be worse than you are.

You're always playing up and making more
out of your poverty and your childhood.

I remember when I said that
Frida was a waitress.

I recall this tone of yours,
and your expression.

There's no need for
dirty shirts and holes in your socks-

-or dandruff on your collar
or dirty nails.

You don't keep yourself clean,
and sometimes you smell of sweat!

-You've gone too far.
-You can't take the truth.

I can't take your cruelty.

This is good...

Good that this has happened
before our wedding.

Now we know where each other stands.
We nearly made a big mistake.

God, forgive me.

Henrik...

Henrik, forgive me.
I have said terrible things.

You...

Can you forgive me?

Henrik?

You have to forgive me.

Henrik?

Get out of here!
I never want to see you again.

-You disgust me! Disappear!
-You're being ridiculous.

Now I'm beginning to understand
why my mother was afraid of you.

Thank God that you got out of it
with a clumsy apology!

My goodness, how crude you can be!
You are a liar.

You don't even know yourself,
that you are lying.

Go find your waitress, Frida Strandberg.
She'll make the perfect minister's wife!

Yes, that just great...

Now I'm beginning to be aware of my own life.

I was dreaming, now I'm awake.

Here I am, in a collapsing
house, out in the wilderness.

This doesn't make any sense.

A strange man is yelling at me.

Yes, this is totally insane.

We were to have children... Three children.

How are we supposed to
go on living after this?

I don't know.

We had love's capital
and we used it all up.

Yes, that's right.

I don't care about the ceremony.
It can be wherever. The North Pole...

I don't care either,
it's all the same to me.

Forget about getting married.
I could be your housekeeper.

-Henrik?
-I'm exhausted, Anna.

Me too.

How do we get out of here?

Come here and sit next to me.

-Come here!
-You're not going to hit me?

You're ice-cold. Are you freezing?

Do you think we've learned
anything from this?

Yes, maybe to be more cautious.

More protective of what we have.

"l, Henrik Bergman,
take you, Anna Åkerblom"...

l, Henrik Bergman,
take you, Anna Åkerblom...

...to be my lawful wedded wife...

...to love you in sickness and in health...

...and as a token...

-..."I give you this ring."
-... I give you this ring.

"l, Anna Åkerblom,
take you, Henrik Bergman"...

l, Anna Åkerblom,
take you, Henrik Bergman...

..."to be my lawful wedded husband
to love you in sickness and in health"...

...to love you in sickness and in health.

-Nurse Sellberg sends her greetings.
-Thanks, send her my regards!

Oh, how wonderful for you. What a celebration!

Could I be alone with my daughter?

-What a lovely wedding, Mrs. Åkerblom!
-Thanks.

-I'm a bit moved, I think.
-It's too bad Pappa didn't...

I think that he is with us now.

Do you think so?

Mamma, there is something I have to say.

-Yes?
-We cancelled our honeymoon.

Really, what are the plans now?

-Are you disappointed?
-Dear child, your honeymoon

Henrik and l
can go to Italy another year.

-Naturally, what will you do instead?
-we'll go to Norrland.

-Tomorrow?
-Yes, early.

-Are you disappointed now?
-No, not disappointed, I understand.

Then you can oversee
the repairs at the rectory.

That's perfect.
Will you come to the summer house in July?

-Yes, definitely. At least a week.
-But we had agreed on three weeks.

I think Henrik wants to get started
a bit earlier than planned.

I want to be with him from the start.
It's important for us.

-Yes, I understand perfectly.
-I had to indulge him on this.

Henrik has had to indulge me so much.

-Has he?
-Yes, but we won't talk about that now.

No, Anna.

You could try to like Henrik
for my sake?

-What's past is past.
-I wish it was.

What have you been up to, little sister!
What a wedding...

-Would you like this?
-Yes, please.

-Whoa!
-Yes, whoa... You can say that again!

-Come and sit on my lap.
-Then my dress will get wrinkly.

Then I'll lay down.

Why are you looking at me like that?

When I look at you
and enjoy your giddy beauty-

-I get cosmic visions.

I see the universe, galaxies,
and the planets' crazy polka...

-You seem well, brother Carl?
-Yes, splendid.

You stand there and all the world's beauty
streams through you.

I am blinded.

-Do you know why?
-No.

You nullify meaninglessness.

Right now, at this very moment,
my little sister-

-you nullify
the galaxy's icy void-

-the universe's unforgiving emptiness.

PSALM

OK, one more time...

Mrs. Almers must stay in bed
until the fever has passed.

I'll give you this medicine.

Take two pills, twice a day.

"You must go home,
there is nothing to eat here."

And then Jesus said: "What do we have to eat?"

"We have five loaves of bread and two fish."

"And then Jesus took the bread and the fish
and blessed them."

Here...

Can you chat a bit today?

...Jesus paid more attention
to that which is good, than that which is evil.

His heart was filled with
compassion for mankind-

-sprung from an unconditional love for God.

-Good Day, Mrs. Tallrot.
-You can hang your coats there.

"They were disappointed Seryozha
because he wasn't coming along in his studies."

"It couldn't be said
that he wasn't gifted."

"He was, to the contrary, more gifted,
as his teacher pointed out"

"To his father, it appeared
as though he lacked the willpower."

I'm almost finished.

-Do you know this one?
-401.

"Receive with piety, the solemn order of grace",
J. O. Wallin.

What about this one?

Listen...

242, "God, our God, for all the world".

And this one...

-No, I've never heard that one.
-Yes you have, Henrik...

No...

HUMMING

No.

-From our wedding?
-Not the one in church.

When we danced the wedding waltz.

Ah, I forgot that one.

-I'll ask my wife to call a doctor.
-The boy's only caught a cold!

He's had the cold a long time.
We'll do this and everything will be alright.

-What is it now?
-Right now it's just a quarrel.

Arvid Fredin is an agitator,
drinking and fighting.

He wants us all to become communists
and shoot Nordenson.

-See you.
-Goodbye.

I am tired of
your drinking and noise!

-They can't do that to you, Arvid!
-Tomorrow you will pack your bags and leave.

-Their taking everything from us!
-You've been warned plenty of times.

You could have told me!

We can't accept this!

What did you say?
Did you say something, Lagergren?

Be extremely cautious, Lagergren,
so you and your family won't have to leave.

Do you understand?
Let's get back to work.

Back to work!

-Arvid was dismissed before the meeting.
-I warned him.

It must have been the declaration he read.

-It's not just Arvid.
-They took him because he can read.

And not because he drinks
and he's a bastard.

-We must pull ourselves together.
-What can we do?

-We have to meet.
-We need the guys from the sawmill.

The question is where we can meet,
the factory will throw us out.

You can use the chapel.

You'll be warm in the chapel.
It will hold 150 people.

In the chapel?
What will the Rector say?

I have the right to organize
gatherings and meetings.

Shall we accept the minister's offer?

Yes, we should.

-What if you change your mind?
-No, I won't do that.

-Shall we say Sunday, 4pm?
-That's fine.

-Will you come?
-Of course, I'm the one with the key.

Isn't it good?

One more spoonful...

-Anna, I'm sorry I came so early.
-That's OK, I promised to change the bandage.

There, there!

Please sit down!

-How is your hand?
-Better.

The doctor was impressed
with your efforts.

-What's your name?
-This is Petrus, my sister's son.

Her husband left her
and she can't take care of him.

He lives with us now.

Will you be going to school here?

-When will you start?
-This fall.

-Do you think it will be fun?
-I don't know. I haven't gone yet

-Can you read and write?
-And the multiplication tables.

-Aha, who taught you that?
-I taught myself.

-No one helped you?
-No.

Do you have any friends?

-You must enjoy being alone.
-I do.

What do you read?

-Do you have any books?
-We have a few Christmas magazines.

Mostly a reference book,
but we only have one volume, J to K.

I think I have a few books
Petrus might enjoy.

You should read this, and when you are
finished, I have other books just as good.

We'll make a cover, just like in school,
so it won't get dirty.

-You should thank her properly.
-Thanks.

I would like to speak to Reverend Bergman.

Immediately!

Perhaps Mr. Nordenson could take a
seat for a few minutes while I finish up?

Please.

Three years?

-Smoking is not permitted here.
-At this moment it is!

-Emma. How old is Emma?
-Five.

Yes, we'll meet on Monday.
I'll send the papers.

-Good Morning!
-Good Morning.

It is not you I'm looking for,
but your assistant.

-That should be easy enough?
-No, he appears occupied.

Come here, the clerk can take care of that.

The engineer would like to speak with you.
You can use my room.

I'll have my breakfast
and you won't be disturbed in here.

I've never experienced
such weather in February.

-It's as though all Hell has broken loose.
-They say the flu is related to the weather.

-I don't know what to believe.
-It is not weather, it is war, Reverend.

Millions of corpses are rotting,
infections are spreading in the wind.

Yes...

-You wanted to speak with me?
-It was an impulse.

I was passing by and thought a little chat
with young Mr. Bergman might be in order.

-How is it going with the girls?
-Well, thank you.

I hear that you have
done away with the catechisms.

-Basically.
-Is that allowed?

There is no set rule
for how the classes are run.

It only says that confirmands should be
appropriately prepared for communion.

So, and now you are
preparing my daughters.

You are aware that
this is happening against my expressed will.

No, don't misunderstand me.
There was no big argument.

Susanna, Helena
and their mother made the decision.

I am against that mess with
the blood of Jesus.

Susanna was obstinate,
while with Helena -

-who is so modest about feeling inferior,
they convinced their mother.

She is a bit... how shall I put it...

...romantic.

So everything was set.

What could a shabby heathen like me do
to pit himself against three young girls?

Nothing, Reverend.

Susanna and Helena
are making great advances.

-How in the world do they do
that without studying?

...that they can apply in their
daily lives. We have conversations.

-Conversations?
-About how to live and what to do.

About conscience,
death, the spiritual life.

-The spiritual life?
-That which is not physical.

-Really, does that exist?
-Yes.

My wife has begun to pray
with her daughters.

-Is that an expression of the spiritual?
-I think so.

When the girls have gone to bed,
my wife goes to them, closes the door-

-and they pray together,
as you have taught them.

-Those are the words of Augustine, not mine.
-I don't care about that.

I care that I am excluded.

You could take part in the prayers.

How would that look, for God's sake?
Nordenson on his knees with his ladies.

You could say:
"I don't believe in this"-

-"but I would like to join in
because I love you."

I can guarantee that the ladies would
be quite disturbed in their devotions.

-It's worth a try.
-No.

Susanna and Helena would understand,
as would their mother.

Their mother?

You have spoken with my wife
about me.

Your wife requested a private word with me.

So, Elin sought you out?

She wasn't satisfied with the
Rector, that old goat.

Those seeking spiritual advice
do have a choice...

What was the conversation about?
May I ask...

You may ask,
but I cannot answer.

I forgot about the confidentiality agreement.

But I don't think I betray it
if I say-

-that your wife speaks of you
with the greatest affection.

Really, with affection? Holy cow.

She speaks with you,
about me, with the greatest affection...

-I'm sorry I mentioned it.
-Don't worry.

A slip of the tongue, it is only human.

-I hope your wife...
-Calm yourself, Reverend.

Of all the complications we've been dealt,
this one is quite minor.

-So, you know our secret?
-No.

You know that my wife has left me
Twice.

-No, I didn't know that.
-Really?

How is the turnout for the chapel
meetings on Sundays?

I understand you send your own reporters.

-Has the Rector said anything?
-Yes, as a matter of fact.

-May I be a bit curious?
-He was resolute.

lf I allow socialist meetings
in the chapel again-

-he will inform the church authorities.

He also said that God's house should not
be a sanctuary for anarchists and murderers.

-So, he said that?
-Unfortunately the meeting was meaningless.

Arvid Fredin
has already been fired.

I should have spoken, but I didn't.

It's probably best to keep
your mouth shut... once in a while.

When things get serious
I'm pretty cowardly.

Could it be that
your wife disapproved-

-of your hasty decision
to loan out the chapel?

That's pretty accurate.

There you have it...

Would you consider
a sort of cooperation?

-Cooperation with whom?
-With me.

Next time there are any problems
you get up on the lectern, or whatever-

-and speak to the masses.

What would I say?

You could say, among other things,
that it is not worth it to kill one another.

The workers at this factory
are badly treated and humiliated.

So I should advise them
to be humiliated?

-It's not that simple.
-Really, how is it then?

-We should really end this conversation.
-I've got plenty of time.

-It hasn't been very rewarding.
-I've been mostly anxious.

-Really?
-Certain people scare me.

Did it ever occur to you
that I am equally scared-

-but in a different way?

No.

Perhaps you are learning.

What remarkable weather!

Thunder in February.
It's like the last judgment.

KNOCKING

What is that sound?

I don't hear anything.
You're imagining things.

KNOCKING

-Don't you hear that knocking?
-Who could it be? A ghost?

Can't you hear it?

KNOCKING

Here's some nice warm milk.

Here you are.

What brings you here, Petrus?

-Your parents are coming to fetch you.
-They aren't my parents.

They are your adopted parents.

But they are nice, Petrus.

-You can't have it any better.
-No.

So, are you coming?

-No one is angry with you.
-why should anyone be angry?

No, you're right...

I don't want to go.

-It's not for you to decide.
-No.

Come on!

Petrus... dear boy...

Let him go! It can't be done this way.

I don't get it.
Petrus and I are such friends.

I think Petrus can stay here a while.
He needs time to quiet down.

He can certainly stay a few days.

-Hey sis!
-Hey!

Welcome!
What's this, you've grown a beard?

You look so cold.
Wait, take my scarf!

It was 23 below this morning
and it will be even colder this evening.

There, now you're better. You are always great.

You are the world's greatest.

I've missed you terribly.

Everything is going so well
and when you're happy, you're insatiable.

-Welcome to my home!
-Thanks.

-Isn't it nice?
-Yes, it is.

You'll stay in my study.

Now, I'll get you some coffee
and Mia and Mejan's fresh-baked rolls-

-but first you should go see Dag Erik.
Come and take a peek at your nephew!

-Well, he looks fine!
-He really gets going at night.

Wait a bit, seems like
everything's fine right now.

OK, come along.

Henrik is the best Pappa.
He would change diapers if he could!

Thanks.

-How was it with Momma?
-She was in good spirits.

-Will she be alone for Christmas?
-Lisen was there.

Why don't you invite her here?

-You know how it is with Henrik...
-Can't he forget anything?

It's difficult for him
to forget humiliation.

He was disappointed
that I didn't give birth here-

-rather than at the
Academic Hospital in Uppsala.

When Mamma visited me,
Henrik would leave. And vice versa.

He got angry and said that I was
betraying the women in the congregation.

I was very disappointed,
but now everything is better again.

Mamma spoke kindly of Henrik
and said you seemed fine.

She was glad that you were pleased.

In October he got a letter
from his grandfather.

He asked for a reconciliation,
and asked us to come visit.

I asked Henrik what we should do.

He answered calmly-

-that he couldn't find a reason
to reconcile with that man.

-And you, what about you?
-Yes...

I keep out of it.

After a while everything went back to normal
and he is the nicest, the happiest again.

-Anna...
-That must be him

Has he arrived?

-Welcome, Ernst!
-Let me take a look at you!

-You look like a pirate.
-Listen to you!

Now I am happy.

Come here, Anna!
I've got a present for you.

Henrik, can you hold Dag?

It's in here!

Go ahead.

-What have you been up to?
-Open it!

Wow, what is this?
You're ridiculous!

From Ernst to Anna! A gramophone.

Ernst... It's so beautiful!

It's a one-step,
the latest dance-style from New York.

-One-step?
-Yes, absolutely the latest thing.

May l?

-No, I can't.
-Oh yes you can.

-Like this?
-Yes.

-Henrik, come here!
-Come right now, Henrik!

Henrik, come and dance!

-It's our turn!
-No.

-But it's such fun!
-It's more fun for us to look on.

We'll all dance!

You and me and Ernst and Dag...

-Come on!
-No, I'll just embarrass myself.

Embarrassed, how?
Come, let's all three dance.

You, who were such the dancer
at our wedding!

-That was the waltz.
-Then we'll dance the waltz to the one-step.

Come on, let's take off your coat.

I think Henrik isn't the only one
who doesn't like the one-step.

I'm the idiot.

I have a tendency to get jealous.

-We just wanted to have some fun.
-Then I'm the party-pooper.

I can't help it.