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Did you like it?

I've never had something wriggIing
in my mouth before.

How does my tongue feeI?

Like a slug.

lt's disgusting.

You have to breathe, or
you'Il choke.

Should l open again?

HaIf open.

That's it.

Okay, get in there.

You're aII sIobbery.

I'm going to throw up.

If it's not wet in there,
it won't work.

Stick out your tongue.

Rub it against mine.
Breathe through your nose.

How do peop e do it?

Do you want to Iearn, or not?

No.

Open.

No.

Open.

No.

What do you mean, no?
Kiss me.

Leave me aIone. I'm aI out of spit.
Some other time.

See, you had spit after aII.

Check the tires at the gas station.
Pump them up if they need it.

You've got a passenger today.
An engineer.

Arrives at 10. You'lI drive him
around for a while.

Sure thing.

Your dad, is he doing okay?

We started his treatments.

They admitted him?

No, we go back and forth.

Something like huge
prickly-pear trees.

Except instead of prickly pears,
they were hung with pricks.

What do you mean?

Big, smaIl, medium-sized...

wrinkly...

erect and milky and juicy ones.

Some bent to the Ieft,
some to the right,

some with foreskins, others without.

Trees w th pricks. Prick-trees.

Some were small and shriveled,

but swayed sIightIy...

as if they were breathing.

Did you taste them?

The hard, juicy ones.

A strange taste.

Like bitter aImond.

And an intense smeII of spunk.

What is ''spunk''?

Semen stink.

What's that like?

Like a thousand men jerked off in
the same spot.

And you like that?

You know, it's one of
those things you like,

but at the same time
makes you feeI guiIty.

I don't know...

Seeing genita s in your s eep
is a bad omen.

lt terrifies me.

Because you're ignorant, that's why.

They're Iike those animaIs you Iove,

in those documentaries by
Sir Attenberg.

Sir David Attenborough.

They're I ke IittIe animaIs too.

They act with a mind of their own,

it's just that they're
attached to men's bodies.

Do you ever imagine me naked?

No, never.

A father's mind represses such
thoughts about his own daughter.

Is it taboo?

There's a reason why we
mammaIs have taboos.

lt ensures the propagation of our
species, without defects.

I have imagined you naked.

Shame on you.

It bothers me as an mage,
but I don't reject it.

I prefer to think of you...

as a man without a penis.

You're right.

Some things shouId stay taboo.

- To the hoteI?
- Right.

Can you be here tomorrow
morning at eight?

I don't work tomorrow morning.

Only the afternoon.

Four o'cIock at the factory, then?

- Okay.
- Bye.

Bye.

You smell like bIeach.

And you smeIl Iike gasoIine.

Eat your pot-roast, mommy's girl.

l'm not a mommy's girI.

l don't have a mom.

Daddy's girI, then.

How's Spyros?

You mean Mister Spyros.

lt annoys me when you
become so famiIiar.

BeIIa, you Iitt e sIut.

Do you want more bread?

There's a lookout sitting
on that tree...

and he's already seen me.

There is more...meaning, and...

mutual understanding, in
exchanging a glance with a gorilla,

than any other animal l know.

And so if ever there
was a possibility of...

escaping the human condition,
and living imaglnatively...

in another creature's world,

lt must be with the gorilla.

You stiII have her photos.

You were good together.

Keep this.

And this.

And this.

And this, and that's it.

lf l drive too fast, teII me.

Okay.

Eye to eye

Hand in hand

My heart wiIl be happy

Without fear of tomorrow

There w II be a day

When my souI

Is without sorrow

The day when

l will also have

Someone who Ioves me

Like the boys and girls my age

I wiII soon know what Iove is

Like the boys and girls my age

I wonder when that day wiIl come

Eye to eye

Hand in hand

They head off in love

Without fear of tomorrow

Yes, but l walk the streets alone

My soul in sorrow

Yes, but l walk alone

Because no one loves me

My days, like my nights

Are the same in every way

Without joy and fllled with boredom

With no one to whisper
"l love you'' in my ear

All the boys and girls my age

Make plans together for their future

All the boys and girls my age

Will know what it means
to love someone...

GoaI.

You know babifoot.

''Babifoot''?

FoosbaI .

GoaI.

GoaI.

- Bye.
- Bye.

WilI you ever get married?

l don't think so.

Don't you Iike men?

Not particularIy.

I don't bIame you.

You don't ike them either?

- I prefer women.
- Me too.

Not that way, not like you.
l don't desire them.

l have never desired.

I've never done it with anyone.

l find it disgusting.

Repulsive.

A thing inside me, moving in and out
Iike a piston...jamming me...

l refuse to imagine you've got
one of those things too.

I don't have one of those things.

Never did.

You reaIIy are an
extraterrestr aI...

just as I thought.

NutIess.

Gut ess.

HeartIess.

Fartless.

Snotless.

Spitless.

Witless.

Have you ever desired anyone,
since mom?

Yes.

Have you done it?

What?

You know...

That. The "piston.''

Yes.

You disappoint me.

- A IittIe compassion.
- l hate compassion.

I'd ike you to start iving
aIong w th others.

That's not how you taught
me to Iive.

Why are you asking me
to do it now?

What are you doing here?

l had a passenger.

Want to come up?
For a beer?

l've got to take the Volvo back.

Just for a littIe bit.

What's your name?

Marina.

You Iike Suicide.

Yes. A Iot.

Me too.

Alan Vega's a god, right?

Yes.

You're too young to be
Iistening to Suicide.

23.

What's your favorite song?

''Be Bop Kid.''

''Surrender''?

lt's good.

A little meIodramatic, but good.

Want to sit down?

Here.

Beer?

No.

- Can l kiss you?
- What?

- Am l doing it right?
- Fine.

Do you like it?

Very much. You?

I've never done t before.

With a man.

With a woman?

With my best friend.

She's very experienced.

- You don't smoke.
- No.

You taste nice.

You too.

Keep going.

I met someone.

Who is it?

Someone.

Someone you Iike?

I think so.

- Do you want me to meet him?
- No.

Then why are you telIing me?

l don't have anyone else to telI.

- You have BeIIa.
- She'd fIirt with him.

She fIirts with you too.

Haven't you noticed?

BulIshit.

Don't swear.

I'm not.

You are.

Fine.

You want to fight.

Your problem is BeIIa, or the
guy you met?

My probIem is your swearing.

I hardly ever swear.

And l feel awkward about aII this.

AlI what?

Do l know him?

- He's not from here.
- You like him?

l already said. Yes.

Does he Iike you?

- No.
- How do you know that?

I'm guessing.

But does he know he Iikes you?

No.

- Are you going to teIl him?
- No.

l think you should.

I don't agree.

Fine.

Don't telI him, then.

OK.

l Iike women's breasts.

The way they bulge under blouses.

l can't take my eyes off them.

It must make the women
feeI uncomfortabIe.

But l don't ust after
their breasts.

I admire them.

lf l had dreams like yours,

I'd dream of breast-trees
instead of penis-trees.

Tit-trees. Prick-trees.

Keep on correcting my Greek...

idiot.

Do you like my tits?

Yes. They're very beautifuI.

- Do you envy them?
- No.

Why not?

They're too small.

Want to touch them?

To try them out?

BeIIa, you Iitt e sIut.

Touch them to be sure.

They don't arouse me.

Am I asexuaI?

Do men arouse you?

Yes.

You haven't touched one.

- l have.
- When?

- Recently.
- Who?

- Someone.
- You're lying.

I'm not.

You're a sea-urchin. You
don't Iet anyone touch you.

- l let someone touch me.
- Then why didn't you tell me?

- It's none of your business.
- l'm your friend.

You're a predator.

You're one of those women who can't
stand women.

We women are the wondrous mystery
of the animaI kingdom.

You haven't seen the documentaries
of Sir David Attenborough.

You're insufferabIy pedestrian.

You can't stand women either.

...and ignorant.

- You can't stand them either.
- Yes. But I admire them.

I admire you and you're
insufferabIy pedestrian.

Don't mimic the way l speak.

Stop repeating what l say, please.

Who is he?

You don't know him.

You haven't got your cIaws
nto him yet.

Does Spyros know him?

lt is Spyros.

You felI for it, didn't you?

You have the hots for my father.

lt's as if we were designing ruins.

As if calcuIating their eventuaI
coIIapse...

with mathematical precision.

Bourgeois arrogance.

EspeciaIly for a country
that skipped...

the industriaI age aItogether.

From shepherds to bulldozers,

from buIIdozers to mines, and
from mines, straight to...

...petit-bourgeois hysteria.

We buiIt an industriaI coIony on top
of sheep pens...

and thought we were mak ng
a revoIution.

A smaII revolution.

I Iike it.

It's soothing, aII this un formity.

Because deep down you're an
optimistic bourgeois modernist.

Bourgeois.

Bonjour, bourgeois.

Bonjour, bourgeois.

Fright.

Flight.

Fight.

Bite.

Bright.

White.

Light.

Night. Sight.

Light.

Shite.

Sh t.

Sit.

Seat.

Beat.

Bat.

Bet.

Bed.

B ed.

Dead.

BasicalIy, you're eaten
by the worms.

They start with the eyes.
They're the softest.

Then they go n through
the nostriIs.

They get inside. They burrow.

After a while only
your skeIeton is left.

Do we have to taIk about this?

lt upsets me.

I prefer not to go through it.

Anyway you always toId me that
architects would burn in helI.

l'm trying to fend off your macabre
pronouncements with bad jokes.

l'm not ready.

l need your heIp to escape
the worms.

I hate those fucking worms.

lf we lived somewhere else we
wouldn't be having this discussion.

Here, we have to arrange it through
some kind of provider.

Provider of what?

Alternative funeraIs.

A funeral home for aIternative
Christians who are scared of worms.

Exactly.

The worms devour you. All that
remains are bones.

Then you're dug up. Packed in a
tin box and pIaced on a sheIf.

And then they bury someone else
in your aIlotted space.

Urban planning for the dead.

Do l have to send you away?

Abroad?

Yes.

And once...

once you're there...
what happens next?

What do I do?

They'II send me back to you...

and you'II scatter my ashes
in the sea.

Which sea?

This one here.

You've thought of everything.

l'm sorry if l'm shocking you.

What shocks me is that you pIan
things without me,

and then announce them in the end.

It's not the end yet.

Right.

Do you like it?

You don't have to constantIy
ask me.

Sorry.

Don't say sorry.

Sorry for saying sorry.

l don't exactly know what
l'm doing...

but don't show me what to do.

lt annoys me when peopIe
show me what to do.

l'm not embarrassed.

You make me feel unembarrassed.

I fee good Iying on top of you.

You smelI great.

I can feeI your cock but it doesn't
bother me.

I always thought that when the time
came, it wouId bother me.

Until recently l couldn't even say
the word ''cock.''

You're not hard.

No.

Why?

Interview over?

Yes.

Can you keep quiet for two minutes?

And then?

Kiss me.

Can we turn off the light?

No. I want to be ab e to see you.

l can't concentrate.

Close your eyes.

l want to look at you.

With the Iight off, you won't
be abIe to.

We'll Ieave the bathroom light on.

Now wiII you get hard?

Not IikeIy. You're stressing me out.

Sorry.

How about you, got a hard-on?

I think so.

Want to heIp us out a Iitt e?

How?

Stop taIking so much.

So...

l purse my Iips slightly...

and stick out my tongue.

I beg you, stop describing what
you're doing.

I'II give you a blow job.

No, no, it's okay. Later.

It's moving slightIy.

On its own? Or is it you doing it?

They met as flve-year-olds...

when they returned to these cllffs
where they had hatched.

While their elders nested,

they joined with groups of others of
their own age, to dance.

As the dance parties proceeded,

the male and the female began to
dance with one another habitually.

After a few weeks of these
courtship games,

the young birds flew off,
back to sea.

During the year that followed, they
cruised the ocean separately,

looking for fish. But the following
year, they were both back.

And here we have a more
modern range.

Oak, wa nut, cherry, pine
or mahogany...

ExceIIent finishes,

cIean lines.

The fabric swatches are in
these cata ogs.

This one here...

and this one.

AII top quality.

It can't be synthetic.
He's aIIergic.

The synthetic fabrics are in a
separate cataIog.

And as far as which countries
I can send him to?

WelI...

we work w th BuIgaria, Monaco and
Germany.

Hamburg, to be exact.

l wouldn't recommend Bulgaria as
your first choice...

It's the cheapest option, if you
don't m nd me saying.

They mainly serve peopIe
from the BaIkans.

We're BaIkan too.

I mean from the former Eastern BIoc.

You know. Atheists.

I propose sending him to Hamburg,
where services are more advanced.

The deceased is sent ahead by air,

you foIIow on another fIight
that day,

you are met by Iimousine,

and within three hours
of your arrivaI,

the cremation procedure takes pIace
in your presence.

We can aIso book a string quartet
for the ceremony.

Here is a seIection of eccIesiastic
music to choose from.

He Iikes bebop.

I'm afraid pop-pop isn't
an avaiIabIe option...

Bebop.

Be that as it may,
the options are fixed.

And if l don't go with him?

The ashes are sent as
cargo to Athens airport.

We prefer Greek airlines, out of
respect for the deceased.

The urn is deIivered
directly into your hands.

Do l pick out the urn here?

Of course.

We are the only undertakers who
offer such a wide range of urns.

I have a few sampIes here
that I can show you...

That's too fancy for my father.

One moment...

Right, my official consent form.

''I wouId Iike to become a member of
the non-profit Committee...

for the Right to Cremation in
Greece, and...

l'd Iike to receive free pamphIets
published by the Committee.''

''Yes / no?''

Yes.

Good to keep abreast of
deve opments, where I'm going.

The undersigned...

l donate my body to our next
fish soup.

Spyrosoup.

BouiIIabaisse.

I've never been to Hamburg.

Are you coming a ong?

lf you want.

Whatever you decide.

I'd rather wait for you here.
l'm scared of airpIanes.

When I'm deIivered back to you,
don't forget to scatter me...

Shut up.

Hold on a moment.

We used to say that when I grew up,

l'd become a NASA astronaut.

And that l'd explore a new planet.

PIuto.

Are you ready to be an astronaut?

Yes.

Where are your loyaI assistants?

Your IittIe robots?

Here.

How many are there?
WiII they be enough?

Yes.

l'm boycotting the 20th century.

lt's overrated. And l'm not
at aII sorry to leave it.

I'm an atheist old man.

A toxic remnant of modernism...

of post-Enlightenment...

And I Ieave you in the
hands of a new century,

without having taught you anything.

What is there, where you're going?

A giant, warm pussy wa ting
to suck me back up.

Forgive me.

Sometimes l forget that you're
not my buddy.

You don't have any buddies,
that's why.

l'm your onIy buddy.

I'd ike you to do me a favor.

l'd Iike you to sleep with
my father.

What do you mean?

Are you stupid or something?

You've been with guys
oIder than him.

Your father asked for this?

Of course not.

My father isn't I ke those
fiIthy sIeazebags you screw.

He hasn't been with a
woman for centuries.

I think he wants to, but
he's too shy.

Will you do it?

Yes or no?

I'm uncomfortabIe around him.

He'l want you.

lsn't that why you usually do it?

To vaIidate yourseIf, to
feeI wanted?

OnIy th s time,

you won't give me the detaiIs.

l don't want to know a thing.

It's a favor.

Ask one of me too, and we're even.

Say my name.

My little Marina.

Without the ''little.''

Marina.

Again.

Marina.

Again.

Again.

Marina.

Dad.

When can I pick him up?

Tomorrow after tweIve.

I'lI need the death certificate.

The undertaker wiII take
care of that.

To which funeral parlor
do we deliver him?

What difference does it make?

We have a duty to
issue a shipping invoice.

Do you have their name
and address with you?

Shipping invoice...

UnfortunateIy there is also an
outstanding balance to cIear...

lncluding extra meaIs
and the sateIlite TV.

We didn't have satelIite.
We never even used the TV.

Here you are.

Have you coIlected his things?

Come on, throw him.

Now.