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Good. No, good no.

Bad.

If I tell you Vidal, what do you tell me?

Tocacojones. Bingo.

The debate.

But what happens now? Don't you want us to?

He is spreading his shit around the faculty saying

that the banquet is not held in the auditorium.

Can't anything go right?

It is clear that he wants to screw the rector.

They have their own particular war. And what do we do now?

Should we find another site or do we cancel the debate?

It will be necessary to make him see reason.

Well, talk to him.

Me? I'm not going to argue with that traffic cone again.

Good Morning. Good Morning.

Excuse me, I wanted to ask you if at the end

we can have the debate in the auditorium.

Are you still with it?

Look, I know it's all good intentions, but have

you seen the scaffolding? He has weeks left.

The rector took it for granted.

The rector has a problem of logical calculation of things.

If the auditorium is not finished, nothing can be done in there.

Make María Bolaño understand it.

You gave us the "okey" and now it goes

off the hook with which it is not possible.

I am the dean and a

dean does not pick up.

I can follow?

Yes?

Guys. Guys, long story short. Long story short, guys.

Be quiet for a moment.

We have a dean who does not collaborate. He got engaged and now it happens.

Talk to the rector, who is in charge.

Vidal cannot stand the rector because he commands more than he does.

If he knows we've talked to him, it's over.

-It will be even worse.

-Well, we tell Bolaño and let her fix it.

Bolaño will do nothing.

Why can't we do something ourselves?

Something will occur to us, right?

-You have to prevent Vidal from getting angry.

-Of course, I don't want him to suspend me,

that the uncle is very bastard.

-Let's see, but one thing, why are you so scared of Vidal?

Let's not go to his class, it's a way of protesting.

- We stand him up and screw him. - Very good, Oti.

-Phew! No, I do not see it.

-Okay, let's vote.

Who wants to play truant from Vidal's class?

-Wittgenstein argues that language

It is the limit of the world.

The language we use now makes sense

if it meets certain logical conditions.

But be careful, because the language

it is imperfect in that it allows

assertions against these conditions.

Would someone know how to give me an example of these statements?

No one?

Biel, don't you either?

Ah…

The wildebeest is a beautiful animal.

-The wildebeest is a beautiful animal

We cannot tell if it is true or false.

Ultimately, it is a statement that says nothing.

And, on this type of affirmations that do not

say anything, the "Tractatus" is very clear:

what we can't talk about,

Better shut up.

I was going for you.

-An American, please.

The other day I ran into your Laura around here.

Yes, she came looking for me.

Have you already rented her apartment? No way!

For her to get into a hole…

-You don't know how well the plumbers of Gerona live.

-What happened to you?

-Last Saturday my father-in-law meets a plumber

at the farmhouse at 11.

Total, 11, 12, one…

And he goes and the guy doesn't show up. And the next day he calls him and says:

"Hey, I didn't come yesterday because I got married."

The mother who bore him!

-You know something, Maria?

-I have to fix a toilet chain.

-I'm starting to dislike him.

Are you "balling me"?

Now I would have a drink, yes.

Do like me,

take an imaginary shot.

It's a good whiskey, huh?

-No, look, I wish I hadn't remembered

that I had to get married.

-Yes, you know what I mean.

Needless to say more.

-So, nothing with Axel.

There is more relationship between Arnau and you.

Well, I'm not complaining, huh?

Because I sneaked into a math class once.

Now seriously, you pass on Axel.

Knowing that he dumped his ex-boyfriend because

he was not in good health does not reassure me.

No, but you don't know the nuances.

Nuances? What nuances?

Do we know how I will evolve?

The doctor tells me I'm fine, but…

Don't think it doesn't frustrate me, I really like Axel.

You miss having a cool relationship.

I also miss failing.

And I lose myself to suffer.

Does Axel know what's up with the debate?

I don `t believe.

Because if he finished quickly, we would have

the auditorium and Vidal would not refuse.

Oti, I won't pressure Axel

to get the auditorium on time.

No, sure, sure.

I would love to do things like before.

Without considering anything, without…

Without fear.

Without fear.

-Did you really start working at 14?

And because?

Well

for necessity.

My father put me in a glass factory.

I don't even see you working at 34.

Let's see if I give the surprise.

I remember getting up on Monday at four in the morning.

I went to work with my clothes on

Sundays because my other change was wet.

In the workshop, a red-hot piece of glass

jumped off me and I was left without pants.

When I get home…,

my father hit me with two hosts for having burned my pants.

How gross.

Yes.

And let him say it.

He was a brute.

On the other hand, I have never laid my hand on my Pol.

I am convinced that everything will be fine for him.

Maybe my wife and I did something right.

I was alone

long after my wife died.

Hello. Hello.

I'm meeting Victoria.

Come on.

Lady Victoria!

-Hello Fabio.

-Vicky,

you look gorgeous.

Thanks.

I assure you I had no intention of

stealing your gold watch, Mrs. Victoria.

Will you wait for me in the car, please?

-Yeah right.

-This is the usual Rai.

And you, turning the page.

Wish me luck.

Ivet!

How's it going?

It hasn't been that long either, huh?

Hey, what… are you doing tonight?

Ah, do you all go out?

Yes, yes, yes, perfect, perfect. Yes Yes Yes.

Victor. Hello.

My sister is waiting for me in the car.

And she has recommended that I tell her everything.

From pe to pa.

Ah. From pe to pa what? That I am sick of you.

Ah, well, look how good.

Laura and I work, we go shopping, we cook,

we know how to turn the hob on and off.

Are you perfect?

You can tell that he doesn't trust us.

It is believed that we are not prepared to

solve problems, but we want to live together.

And nothing more.

Good night.

Okay, here are two gin and tonics.

Two more and a beer, handsome. Hearing!

How are you, teacher?

Hello student.

Are you the "sheriff"? Yes, at his table.

Do you know that I spoke with Vidal? Oh, and…?

Shit.

Shit.

That we will not do the debate.

That we dedicate ourselves to study and that we stop being nonsense.

Oh my gosh.

Come on, take me a water with a lot of lemon.

The dataphone, "please." I go.

Hey, what about Angel? He has swung, right?

They have "thrown it out".

How?

Dino.

-A beer. I go.

The truth is that I don't feel comfortable here.

I don't know why I have come.

Hey, don't start saying you're leaving.

You are here because you like me.

Oh yes. I'm dying to grow old by your side.

And aren't you dying to see me perform?

Act better than you the girl is.

You have noticed it too.

Here you go, Maria.

Dino, can we talk?

You're already talking.

Why have you fired Angel?

I wanted to know why.

But do you think I have to give you explanations?

No, but I think you were wrong.

He's a good person, he helped me a lot and he's got the bar under control.

So controlled that he fucks my clients in the sink.

Kevin is alone at the bar?

Well, he goes to keep him company.

I bet my arm you've fucked in

more toilets than the guy you fired.

-Bravo!

-Pretty!

Raimon! Man, Ivet!

You are super handsome.

You really look gorgeous. What's up?

Boy, you disappeared. We don't even see each other in golf anymore.

Already, I changed my lifestyle a bit.

Come, we are all in "privée".

Mother whore. I have not warned you, I wanted

it to be a surprise. Don't fuck around, Ivet.

Hey, hey, don't fail me, you called me.

Fuck, all of a sudden, man…

-I can not believe it.

- Hey! - Oh!

-Rai Casamiquela, the mother who gave birth to you!

How's it going?

The man who disappeared from ESADE!

Yes, from one day to the next. Man, Fernando.

-Uncle! What's up?

How are you, Sonia?

Raimon! What are you telling yourself, philosopher?

-The day I found out that you had gotten into Philosophy

- It was shot in the temple, male. - No no no.

-Aristotle and Plato have forgotten it.

How do you get into that brown? It is not too bad.

-He must smell like a joint at that faculty.

- Smoking all day. - What are you saying?

-Arturito, a "balans" with a tail for this guy!

He's had us heartbroken for a long time.

A "balans" with a tail, eh?

The most bastard and hideous guy I ever met in my fucking life.

Savior.

I still remember your butler, the panchito.

-What was his name? - The…

- Henry! - That's. Do you remember?

-You were a bastard with the service.

Remember you smeared dog shit on the railing?

- No way! But do you have it recorded? - Nerd. Good thing not.

-We got to record it and it would be very viral.

- And your father? -He got like goats

When he found out you gave the dog a fucking laxative.

- Some championship bitches.

-That dog tried to escape from your house a thousand times.

For that dog, your house was like Auschwitz.

-Host! And how is Cosmo?

- A long time ago. - I want to go!

-I can not believe it.

Let's see, where is that "balans" with a tail?

- I do not see it. Where is the? - Here you have. Exquisite.

- Yes? - All for you.

Record?

- What record? - Come on, record, record, record.

-Hey, how much was he on? - Seven drinks in two hours.

All yours, champion.

He.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

I debuted on this stage.

I did my numbers alone.

Then came jealousy.

And how do I say no if he's the boss?

-Don't worry, pretty.

Soon I will know what it is to act alone.

-Are you calling me old?

-No, fag.

Oh!

-I'm calling you a leaded gasoline engine.

She-she talked about whores in heels.

All day he is plugged into the pills.

Yours is not a pillbox is the trunk of the Piquer.

-Excuse me, pretty, don't you know the glamor of AIDS?

AIDS sang with Montserrat Caballé.

Look how my hair stands on end.

The artists is that we bring emotion to the surface.

To flower of skin.

We improvise. We don't have a script because she forgets.

You hung me up for four minutes.

Four!

Four minutes on stage is an eternity.

And as she floated on her target,

like a passing cloud, adrift, of course,

her neurologist arrived.

A neurologist is what some youngsters

need who are becoming very cheeky.

Of course, in the end, justice is served, right?

And the youngsters end up like everyone else:

in the Cairo museum.

After your father, mine stayed in

his room for two days. Catatonic

- Let's see, it was very strong. - Nobody expected it.

- Already. - Oh well, and Álvaro,

Macroeconomics, are you aware?

The teacher?

Clapped, man. Don't fuck with me.

-Fulminant.

-The fagot suspended me because of his balls,

Well, a year later, pam !, a cancer eats him.

- Very strong, very strong. - You loved it, honey.

-Well, yes, he was a good teacher.

You two are…

- Do you tell him or do I tell him? - No, I tell him.

We get married in the summer!

Hey!

-Yepa! I did not know, I did not know it!

- Damn, very good, right? Very well. - Did you send him an invitation?

-Soon it will come to you.

Congratulations.

-Oh!

Cab! Cab!

Toni is getting married! Toni is getting married!

Toni is getting married! Toni is getting married!

Toni is getting married! Toni is getting married!

Toni is getting married! Toni is getting married! Hey!

Touch my cowbell to undo luck in my marriage! Come go!

He! Hey!

Go boobs. Go boobs. Come on, go, and now suck.

Toni is getting married! Toni is getting married!

Hey!

Hey, look at the fagot how he sucks!

Toni is getting married! Toni is getting married!

Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

-Toni is getting married!

-Toni is getting married!

Host!

I shit the bitch!

What a rage, I was going to go,

but the croquettes are very delicious.

Well, they are frozen.

Family, I'm leaving. Stop there.

You stay.

-Sit down, we'll play trauma.

Trauma! Trauma! Trauma! Trauma!

What is this trauma?

-A group therapy.

Each explains a small trauma, but without monologues.

Will you sit down, young man?

-It feels. Come go.

- Go Go. - Because I'm hungry.

Trauma number one.

Oops…

Your.

Two weeks talking to one of the Grinder

-and he has dumped me. - Oh…

-Oh, poor bitch.

♪ Poor bitch, she doesn't get married,

♪ has a place in Satanassa. ♪

What the hell was that?

The motto of the premises. Let's move on to bingo…

Your.

-Oh. 1971 16 years old.

I asked to be called Sara.

They locked me in a room.

I managed to get out.

I stole a thousand pesetas from my

bastard father and fled to Barcelona.

I am the forerunner of emptied Spain.

- Olé! - Olé!

-It's your turn, María Bolaño.

Your turn. Me?

I make it up, huh?

Well, I'm jealous of my daughter because…

Because she is happy.

-Oh.

Your turn.

-My trauma boils down to this: -Oh.

-Apollo…,

Are you fag

Uh… No.

Oh…

I already knew that.

I am bisexual.

Ah…

Cone. I thought you were the big man from college.

Dino, you like a cheeky young

man like me working here, right?

Oops, I don't know what you teach your students because…

Well, to rebel against

incompetent authorities.

Oops…

Why don't you give Angel another chance?

I'll think about it. But can I tell you something, Apollo?

In the fag album, you

you would have chrome number one.

♪ Poor bitch, she doesn't get married,

♪ has a place in Satanassa. ♪

Now you can see, I don't have a fucking turkey, man!

Some cows have stolen my wallet.

My jacket, wallet, watch have been stolen…

And the shoes. Yes Yes.

Go out to pay the taxi driver.

But what happened to you, Rai?

Have you told Fabio that one day I smeared shit on the railing?

Go, go, go shower, come.

Mommy…,

If we feel alone, it is not because the house is big.

Fuck, dad, what a scare.

I didn't know if you slept.

Yes.

What happens?

Nothing.

Since we haven't talked for a long time…

About what?

I do not know.

It is good to go deeper.

Deepen.

Hey, don't laugh.

It was very good for me to tell you about my mess with the Treasury.

Thanks to you I found a job.

It was Rai who offered it to you. Yes, but you helped me.

You gave voices in the supermarket.

And in the parking lot.

Hush hush, the bastard from the parking lot didn't

want to pay me when I left Don't fuck with me.

And when I suggested that you do the job…

What? Laughed at my?

He insulted you… No, he insulted us.

And what did you do?

Nothing.

I left.

Well done.

Better to forget. It's full of motherfucking bosses.

I would tell you

what I got to swallow.

Hello. What?

I don't want to throw in the towel.

When I got home, I wrote this letter for the rector

and I want him to sign it throughout the course.

Oh well.

One last cartridge.

Catch a cloud, come on.

It still gives you encouragement.

With so many traumas that you have behind your back…

Yesterday I did not report any trauma.

That doesn't mean you don't have them.

Sure I do.

Well, I didn't hear you count any.

I have one of my traumas with the one who restores the auditorium.

Ah.

That.

Axel.

That's why the bastard comes to my classes. He does it for you.

Have you stroked his pecs?

No, no, Maria, there is nothing.

Well, what there is is a mess

in my head of championship.

That is why there will be nothing between us.

I already feel better.

Now I know a little trauma of yours.

We're even.

Because yesterday I told something

very intimate about my daughter

and that makes me uncomfortable.

Remember that I am your teacher.

Well, we will have to keep the

distance between teacher and student.

I prefer to keep the distance between teacher and teacher.

This phrase…

Oh, does it remind you of your high school teacher?

Coming here I have remembered a phrase that

he always said. Let's see, surprise me.

That things are one way does not

mean that they cannot be changed.

Hey!

Hello. Man.

How is my favorite smoker?

Well. Currando, as always.

Ah. Well, you can take it very easy, eh?

The famous paraninfo debate has been canceled.

Oh, and… why?

It was decided yesterday by the upper echelons.

And is it because I won't have it finished?

Don't give yourself so much importance, "Buonarotti".

Although, of course, having it finished

would help, why am I going to cheat on you.

Well, miracles I can't do either.

For that reason, don't even think of running.

This decision has been caused by the bad

vibes that exist with Vidal and the rector.

It's a shame, because, in the end, who pays for it?

The students, who organize it with all the enthusiasm in the world.

You don't know how happy they would be if they

could organize the debate in your auditorium.

- Yeah, you have to… - Biel, stop, man. Really.

I have written a letter of complaint for the rector.

- Ah, good idea. - Very good idea.

- We all have to sign it. - Yes Yes.

-Yes, well, the debate must be done yes or yes.

-Also, here one of the mates plans to go.

- Come on. - Yes.

And if there is no auditorium, we do it in the bar.

-Of course, wherever.

-They are the university spaces, they cannot be denied to us.

- Sorry, sorry to interrupt. Pol. - Pol, Pol, thank you.

Thanks thanks. Dino has reinstated me.

That's great. Thanks to you, who got me the job.

No no no. Mine was easy, yours was not.

The world needs people like you.

Stop now, what do you say.

Let's see, I understand that for

you I am getting a little Venezuelan,

but I'm very serious. Pol, you make the world go round.

- Oh! - Oh, how cute.

-If they ever crucify you, I want to be on your right.

-Oh! the love…

I'm going to talk to the rector.

- "Que"? - Of course, man!

Love it!

Hey, look, look!

Chist!

May I know what happens?

Excuse me, Dr. Llorenç, could

we talk for a moment, please?

I'm making deals with the

University of Phoenix, Arizona.

It will be a moment.

-It may already be important

because if not, I'll sign your expulsion myself.

The dean does not want us to do the

debate to inaugurate the auditorium.

If he wants. He is already spoken. He doesn't want to, I spoke to him yesterday.

Where do we agree, Dr. Llorenç? Will we do it or not?

It will be done.

Whether it is in the auditorium or not is something else.

It will depend on whether it is finished.

And if not, in the lecture hall. I say that I am the rector.

Well, the dean is not clear who's boss.

Maybe he should remind you, because

he's torpedoing the project for us.

It is as if we only came to

pay credits and take exams.

And that does not give prestige to the University.

I will talk with him.

Another day can you be more discreet?

Can I explain an anecdote about the plumbers of Gerona?

-I don't give a shit about the plumbers in Gerona.

Who commands here? Me.

The debate that the first-year students prepare will be

held on the occasion of the inauguration of the auditorium.

Don't ever go over this rector again.

Why did you make me come?

- I want to like you. - Don't touch my balls, Axel.

-Voucher.

-Can you give me "La Chacona" by Bach to make me the ball?

-I was 16 when you took me.

In the auditory.

And your jaw dropped.

-I've heard it thousands of times.

-You never told me.

-Now yes.

-Why did you make me come?

-I need you to help me, dad.

I have to finish earlier than planned.

It will be two weeks. Maybe less.

- And suddenly… - why such a rush?

-I do it for love.

-I have worked my whole life for love.

-Yes, for the love of work.

And I for the love of Pol. It's… love anyway, right?

-It's lucky that I had some good chickpeas

before coming.

What is it?

Open it.

Baby clothes.

Was she mine?

Yes.

I had it stored in this box for

when you went to live with a guy

and make me a grandmother.

Victor is not a hunk.

And we don't have a floor either.

Well I think this box

It fits perfectly in the closet of the last house we visited.

But if you didn't like it.

But you do. I've already spoken to the agency.

You can enter to live in a month.

And later

you get down to work to make me a grandmother.

And aren't you afraid that my children are like me?

I want them to be like you.

What happens?

Mommy. What?

You started drinking because of me.

Laura…,

but what are you saying?

Because I am who I am.

You don't want to take away the limelight, pretty girl.

I had other problems long before I had you.

The important thing is that I no longer drink.

Although I'm still lying, that nobody can take it away from me.

Laurita.

Give me 101 grandchildren.

I've always wanted to be Cruella de Vil.

Have you tried the potatoes? They are rich.

I love.

- Oti, the potatoes are delicious. - I didn't do it.

-Amy made them.

- Biel has helped me. - Uh…

-Both. Sure.

-He. Come on, let's toast my five from History of Culture.

-Voucher. Health.

-Catch him. Catch it, huh?

-And let's also toast Pol, who has managed to save the league.

-No. No, he has been among all. - Yes, come on, come on, come on.

You too will participate, huh, Rai?

I quit the race.

-Your? Yeah I know.

What are you saying?

That I leave "Filo" from now on.

- No, I won't go to class anymore, no. - Come on man.

- Come on, man, stop it. - "Shut up".

- What do you say, dude? -He means it.

Yes, yes, I mean it.

I've been thinking about it for a long time and I've made up my mind.

But what will you do?

I'm going to India to find myself.

No idea, no idea.

I want you to know that meeting you is the

best thing that has happened to me in my life.

And you already know that I am a rich posh that I have everything,

but I was missing you.

Needed

get away from my world.

I will no longer be an unbearable rich kid, Pol.

I'm glad for you.

I look good on you.

Well, you have to make decisions.

You stay at ease. I recommend it to you.

Turn the page.

Not.

Burn the entire book.

You are the boss? Yes.

Hey.

Hey, motherfucker. Do not worry…,

if I don't come to steal.

Now I take off the churra

And I piss like a dog that has

been locked up at home for ten days.

But what the hell are you doing ?!

I shit on your fucking mother!

Motherfucker!

In order to!

You fucking dirty!

Stop it!