Nobody Loves Me (1994) - full transcript

Is it rolling?
-Yes.

Can I begin?
-Okay.

I am Fanny Fink.

Institute Harmony
Dating Service

I can't do it.
I can't advertise myself.

I think women don't need a man
to be happy.

But it's almost my 30th birthday
and you know the saying:

A woman over 30 is more likely to get
hit by an A-bomb than find a man.

I've been living on my own
for almost four years.

And I like it.

Yes, I like living on my own.



It wasn't my own choice.
I've been in two long relations.

After the last one I had myself
tested for AIDS in 1991.

It was negative. After that
I haven't met other men.

Men were suddenly all married or gay.
It's just a waste of energy anyway.

All this effort. Have a coffee together,
that's how it always begins.

You go out for dinner, talk, go to bed
and it all starts over again.

You start smoking again,
you buy new lingerie.

You're going back to the gym,
keep beer in the fridge...

Even trade your cat for a
turtle 'cause he's allergic.

And then it turns out he's afraid
to have a serious relation.

Doesn't sound very exciting, eh?

If I were you I would never
fall in love with me.

NOBODY LOVES ME

And Tuesday?



I can't.

And Wednesday?
-Thanks.

Wednesdays I have dinner with my
mother.

Turn around please.
-And today?

I have a class today. -What is it this
time? Tantra or cooking for singles?

I really can't.

Why do you promise to baby-sit Lisa
when you don't have time?

Fastener on the front, magic cross.
Splits and supports.

What is it
that singles are so busy with?

Faking orgasms while masturbating.
Isn't it, Fanny?

He doesn't have to be good-looking,
or tall, or young.

He shouldn't smoke or drink.
With good health insurance.

That isn't too much to ask for, is it?

Of course he has to have
an apartment of his own.

I can't stand other people's mess.

It stopped.

Orfeo de Altamar
Clairvoyant and chirologist

I am strong.
-I am strong.

I am beautiful.
-I am beautiful.

I am intelligent.
-I am intelligent.

I love and I am loved.
-I love and I am loved.

Lothar Sticker.
Sticker.

Lothar Sticker.
-That's nice of you.

Lothar Sticker.
Pets aren't allowed here.

He doesn't do anything.

What kind of neighbours
do you really object to?

Drunks, musicians, Turks, blacks,
kids and Italians.

Go on.
-Mum.

Go on.

"She's incapable of giving her protagonists
any depth. That must account for her success.

"Medusa's Lover" is a great book
to read at the hairdresser...

at the dentist or in bath."
Gerd G?ttler.

What have I done to that critic?
Tell me what?

What the hell have I done
to Gerd G?ttler?

I don't know.

They adore Marlene Tisch and fall to
their knees for her dull prose.

They kiss her feet,
because she's so fucking boring.

So that they can think about things
while jerking off.

Have you made your choice?
-Yes, two steaks.

Mum, I've been a vegetarian
for five years already.

That's why you're such a bore.

Two steaks. I want it bloody.
And a double whisky.

Mineral water, please. No steak.

So, Gerd G?ttler, go to hell!

What are you looking at, four-eyes?

Are you an aspiring critic?

Always keep both hands on the table
when writing reviews, okay?

Both hands on the table.

I've read "Medusa's Lover".

Really?

Yes, and... I thought
it was phenomenal.

Renovate. We're gonna renovate
the entire building.

So the rent will go up.
-Clairvoyant and chirologist.

Interesting.

I see you're five months behind
on the rent, is that right?

Are you the new warden?
-No, dear. The new building manager.

Thank you very much.

Did you know the last warden,
Mrs Marsten, jumped off the building?

I didn't know.

Good morning.

I'm the new building manager.
Can I offer you a rose?

Shit. All is shit.

Don't be afraid.
I won't harm you.

I only want to introduce myself.

Tell me, be honest.

Do you also think that my characters
are too superficial?

Death will set in after seven minutes as
a result of carbon monoxide poisoning.

In the meantime the pills
will make you sleepy.

The plastic bags protect you
from well-meaning rescuers.

See to it that everything's well
before you put the bag on.

Don't forget music. It facilitates
the transition to our new existence.

Death is not the end,
it's a beginning.

The beginning
of something completely new.

In this class
we're gonna make friends with death.

We will learn how to die.

Great job.

That plexiglass is a great idea.

I am strong.
-I am strong.

I am attractive.
-I am attractive.

I am intelligent.
-I am intelligent.

I love and I am loved.

Good evening. We met in the
elevator the other day.

I've been waiting for you.

At times I have the feeling
my life passes by like a record.

Groove by groove.
And I stand around watching.

But I don't know where the needle is.
Near the end?

Or in the middle?

Or completely at the end?
Do you know what I mean?

I don't predict death.
-No, I don't even want to know that.

I'd actually like...

to know if I'll ever say to someone:

'Look, what a wonderful weather'.

Or: 'Don't forget your keys.'

Or that someone says to me:

'Fanny Fink...

'it's you what I've been
missing in my life.'

He's in the early thirties. He's big
and blond. Long hair, blue eyes.

And an expensive suit.
Soon your paths will cross.

I also see a car. His car.

A beautiful black car.

And I see...

clearly a number. 23.

23 is the number that will unite you.

But it's in your hands.
You must take the initiative.

I can't. I'm too shy.

'I can't' means 'I don't want'.

How old are you?

26.
-You gotta be fucking kidding.

He's your last chance.

That'll be 150 Marks. And an 80 extra
because it's out of hours, which makes 230.

230. You see? Again 23, your number.

Left pocket, under the keys.

I don't know why
but I'm feeling so sad

I long to try something I never had

Never had no kissin'

Oh, what I've been missin'

Lover man, oh, where can you be?

The night is cold and I'm so all alone

I'd give my soul
just to call you my own

Got a moon above me

But no one to love me

Lover man, oh, where can you be?

I've heard it said

That the thrill of romance

Can be like a heavenly dream

I go to bed with a prayer

That you'll make love to me

Strange as it seems

Someday we'll meet

And you'll dry all my tears

Then whisper sweet

Little things in my ears

Hugging and a-kissing

Oh, what we've been missing

Lover man, oh, where can you be?

I've heard it said

That the thrill of romance

Can be like a heavenly dream

I go to bed with a prayer

That you'll make love to me

Strange as it seems

Someday we'll meet

And you'll dry all my tears

Then whisper sweet

Little things in my ears

A-hugging and a-kissing

Oh, what we've been missing

Lover man, where can you be?

Bravo!... Bravo!

It was brilliant.
-Thanks.

I love you.
-I love you too.

Benno, can I ask you something?
-Anything you want.

I need money.

They're throwing me out of my house.

Never ask me for that. Understand?
I hate talking about money.

Come on. Tell me that you love me.

I love you.

Stop it.

Silence, bastards.

No water.
They must have cut it off.

They always inform you in advance.

They always put a note on the door:
no water from 9 to 12.

Good morning. I'm Lothar Sticker, the
new warden. I mean building manager.

Apartment 819.

I don't like to sleep alone either.

Really. I'm afraid of ghosts.

I always sleep with my squirrel,
with his bushy tail against my nose.

But keep it to yourself, okay?

So, I'm the new building manager,
Lothar Sticker.

You already told me.
-I did?

Yes... Here you are.

Go back to sleep.

Hey!

I love my car.
It's more than a car.

It's the only place
I really feel at home in.

My car is my home.
A place to meditate, relax.

You have destroyed that.
-I'm really sorry.

Let me smell your breath.

I... couldn't brush my teeth this morning.
There was no water.

Yes, we're renovating the building.
Come on, let me smell it. Come on!

You're not even drunk.

So, fill this in, please.

Do you want to do it for me?
I never had an accident before.

God almighty.

Can I get you something?

Black coffee, no sugar, with a straw.

The caffeine gets faster to your brain
like that.

Much better than cocaine, and cheaper.

A cup of coffee.

There's no water.

Sticker here.
Reconnect the water for five minutes.

Yes, the water. Five minutes.

Your license plate?
-KMP 55.

That's comfortable.
Why do you have this?

I attend a class
on self-selected death.

Do you build coffins there?

And at the end you'll have a real
burial to experience how it is.

Do you learn there
how to commit suicide?

Yes.
-So, what's the best method?

Sleeping pills
and a plastic bag.

You ever think about killing yourself?
-Yes, I think about death a lot.

A lot of people don't understand that.

I don't understand how you
could not think about it. -Yes.

When you can't sleep
and hear your own heart...

...this funny little muscle...
that everything depends on.

That can stop ticking
at any given moment.

The thought of rotten flesh
sometimes makes me insane.

That's why I don't eat flesh.

Me neither, it's poison.
-Exactly.

I believe that after your death...

you're brought to a room filled
with all the animals you've eaten.

All pigs, cows, chickens.
They all look at me scornfully.

I don't eat anything that has eyes.

Are you a good cook?

Not so good.
-Then you aren't loved enough.

A woman who is loved
is always a great cook.

And a woman who's a good cook
is easier to love.

Shall we go out for dinner?

Yes, I'd love to.

Good morning.
-Hello.

Who is he?

Charlotte R?mer, a friend of mine. This is
Lothar Sticker, the new building manager.

I've just wrecked his car.

And then you lured him into your house?

Are you're here to save me?

Of course. Fanny rips out
the hearts of men.

That sounds exciting.
-It is.

I thought you didn't eat meat.

Only flesh of men.

Look into the future.
Palm-reading, 10 Marks.

Want go back to Africa!

I'll gladly pay for you to leave.

Do you like your job?
-You bet.

I thought so.
-Enjoy yourself.

I've grabbed him by the balls.

Everything's well packed.
Fanny, Fanny...

Fanny, you know it's more likely for a
woman over 30 to be hit by an A-bomb...

If you finish that sentence,
I'll kill you.

I'm sorry, is that your suitcase?
-Yes.

Would you please open it?
-No.

You can't pass then, I'm sorry.

I swear I don't have anything that...

I'm sorry.
-Please.

This is not your day, Fanny.

The devil writes us red letters
that we have to go.

But they will come to save me.

With the beating... of drums
and a terrible storm.

Shit. Everything's shit.

What's happened? Is he dead?

Mr. de Altamar, hello?

Hello.

Can you hear me?

We need an ambulance. I'm gonna
call one. You stay here.

Veuve Clicquot.

What? I don't understand.

Mo?t & Chandon, Heidsieck, Taittinger.
Mumm or Deinhard if you prefer.

For my blood circulation. Please.

Here you are.

What's that shit?

Here I am. Come here.

Silence, damn it!

They're all crazy!

They're all gone within three months.
That's what I promised my boss.

Silence!

I'm just a bit nervous.

I can't concentrate with that noise.
Have a little patience with me.

Come on.

I'm afraid to be alone in the dark.

My plants need water.
They're withering.

Water.
-Shit.

Good morning.
-Meow.

Can you read?
-Yes.

Read the contract then.
Pets are forbidden here.

What are you doing? Don't take my
cats away from me. Please don't!

Come on, or that tyrant Sticker
will call the animal home. Come!

Hello.

Mr Sticker, something happened?

Mr Sticker, can I do something for you?

Did someone die?
-No.

Everything will be okay.

You'll see.

You can recover
from the most horrible things.

I've been together for three years
with my last boyfriend, a doctor.

I thought he loved me, but
one day when I came back from work...

he had taken away everything.
Like a dream. The whole place was empty.

I... wanted to jump off the balcony.
9th floor... You can't fail.

But look, I'm still here.

Life can be wonderful.

Only if you want it badly enough.

The day after tomorrow
we may be dead.

Or even tomorrow.

I'm allergic to cats.

That damned allergy to cats.

Oh, God...

You come on like a warship.

What's this?

I wanted to loan my car to you
while yours is being repaired.

You don't have a place to meditate now.

I'm so stupid.
So clumsy.

It's so embarrassing.

What was I thinking?

I'm way too boring.

And too old.
-Okay.

I can help you for 400 or 500 Marks.

Stretch those ass muscles.

Pull in your stomach, stick out
your chest. And now left.

Left, right. Look a little snotty.
We're getting there. Much better.

When are we getting water again?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Listen... You wear his clothes
and he's yours forever.

You cut off his hair
and he belongs to you alone.

He'll be here
before the candle's burned out.

And use this.

Yours are dating from before
the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Why is that your concern?
-It isn't.

Maybe I just like you.

Now concentrate and start
or everything will turn to dust.

Come to me. Come to me.
-Don't laugh.

Those scissors alone
cost me 28 DM.

If you concentrate
you'll find my bank card in my purse.

Come to me. Come to me.
Come to me. Come to me.

This is two months rent.
-Mr. Rattinger, you owe five months.

I can't make that. -Where there's a will...
You have till tomorrow 12 o'clock.

You can't do that to me.
I'm safe here, people know me.

Outside I fear for my life.

That's your problem, not mine.

You are a bastard, you know that?
-Well...

How did you become like that?
Were you born that way?

It's a matter of training, Walter.
Can I call you Walter?

Walter Rattinger, born in East Berlin.
Profession: cook.

Knock it off.

You are a pitiful little man.
Your end is near.

I've read it in your palms.

Your death will be sudden and soon.

Have a nice day.

Come to me. Come to me.
Come to me.

Come to me. Come to me!

I am a girl of Piraeus and I love the
harbor master, ships and the sea

I love the laughter of the sailors,
I love every kiss flavored with salt and sea

Like all the girls of Piraeus,
I walk every night by the pier

Waiting for incoming ships...

from Hong Kong, Java,
Chile and Shanghai

A ship will arrive
that'll bring me the man

That I will love with heart and soul
and who will make me happy

A ship will arrive
to make my dream come true...

And satisfy the yearning
that I feel every night

And now you are here.

And I hold you in my arms.

Give me another puff of your cigarette.

Look through the window.
The harbour with coloured lights.

The bar where that music comes from...

is where I've been hanging out
the last couple of months.

I have danced
with foreign sailors...

always thinking of one thing.

A ship will arrive
that'll bring me the man

That I will love with heart and soul
and who will make me happy

A ship will arrive
to make my dream come true

And satisfy the yearning
that I feel every night

Come to me. Come to me.
Come to me.

Nowadays there's probably less sexual
intercourse than ever before in history.

Despite the excess of sex in the media.
-Is this an empirical observation?

It's an empirical observation. And I am sad to say...
-This is your personal farewell from intercourse.

Quite the opposite... Quite the opposite.
I do quite well for my age.

I'm coming.

Mum.
-Reich-Ranicki destroyed me.

He said on TV my book
is a pseudopornographic manual.

Tell me, is it my fault
that you refuse to live?

No, mother, it's not your fault.

Are you waiting till your tits
are hanging on your knees?

And your legs look like corrugated iron?
-Waiting for what?

You know what I mean.

Don't you have fruit?
-Yes.

Your biological clock
must be digital.

Don't you hear the ticking?
-No.

Fanny, honey.

I don't want you
to miss out on everything.

Everything goes so fast.
You don't know what it is to get old.

To see how your flesh
is getting uglier and uglier...

like an old sausage
dried out by the sun.

At night you hear
the time passing...

Only young flesh can offer me solace.
The flesh of a young man...

who is unaware of death.

Don't be angry. Why are you leaving?
-Look sweetheart, I don't even know you.

I'm only here for the sex.

And since I don't get any,
I'm leaving.

Please stay.
I'm afraid of ghosts.

I'll call you.

Bullshit. I'm not calling you.

My God, Fanny, that is horrible.

It's padded and very comfortable.

By the way, at 6.00 AM
they start with the pneumatic hammer.

I don't understand you, Fanny.
Don't you enjoy your life?

Always playing with death.

Do you just want to stand by
and never participate?

Am I really a complete failure?

Stavros, this is my mother.

Mum, this is Joachim.

I love him.

This is Lothar.
I love him more than I love you.

Fanny is a bad girl.

I'm sorry, I...

Really?

No, it's not what you think it is.
-I hope it is.

I'm Fanny's mother.
-"Medusa's Lover"?

Have you read it?
-Twice.

I like you.

I'm a bit embarrassed about this.

Nothing personal,
but you better use these.

Thanks, but I have some myself.
-Okay.

Be nice to her. She's
so sensitive. -Yes.

Shall I see you out?
-No.

Good evening.

There are a lot of doors here.

When they come, they have to know
who they must save.

It's a lot of work.

Orfeo!

I'll tell you right off.
I'm afraid of disappointing you.

Speaking of sex, I'm quite clumsy.

I need a lot of time.

My brain's sabotaging me.

I start to think about
the craziest things.

The expiration date of yogurt
in the fridge.

Or what my tax refund will be this year.

Or I'm imagining
that my feet are smelly.

I have to be careful
that I'm not distracted.

And because I'm so careful it's
hard to let myself go, understand?

I need time and patience, okay?

Even sounds are distracting me.

Even music.

But that doesn't mean
that I don't want to.

On the contrary.

It's just that I can't always do
what I want.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I knew it wasn't my fault.

You've given me back my self-confidence.

You...

You of all people.

Let's go to sleep.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

Have we met before?
-Sure.

Do you live here?

Hello.
-Who are you?

Lasse L?ngsfeld.

What are you doing here?
-I've bought this apartment.

And who are you?
-Me?

I'm from the cleaning service.

Great job. Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Where are the coffins?
-The plane couldn't take them along.

Thanks.

This plane doesn't go
to Transylvania.

She's funny today.

What did you have for breakfast?
-Blood type AB.

Do you have any nails?

It's obvious. She's had sex.

Cut the crap. There's more between
heaven and earth than sex.

Like what?

Fanny, is everything okay?
-Yes.

Why?

I don't know.

You're supposed to pick up the kids
today, remember?

I can't, Charly.

Not today. I have things to do.

And I don't have my car.
-Where's your car then?

I've lent it to a friend.

What friend?
-You don't know him.

Okay, I'll pay the taxi.

Charly, I have an appointment.

As a bachelor you should have time.
I'm a dog on a leash.

Why am I surrounded by bloody egoists?

I can't today.

Orfeo? Orfeo?

It worked. He came.

Oh, Orfeo!
I'm so happy I could cry.

Thanks. Thanks. Thanks!

I'm going to do something crazy.

His hair.

His suit.
-Fanny...

I'm going to surprise him.

Orfeo... I feel...

I feel so audacious.

I'm attractive, strong and intelligent.
I love and I am loved.

No!
-Yes!

Fanny!

Fanny, stop!

Fanny, stop!

Fanny!

How are you?

I want my bed.

I want to be alone.

I was fine without you.

Without you I'd be alone in bed
having a tea, reading a good book.

Without you
I wouldn't have fallen in love.

I want you to go.
I want to be alone.

Orfeo!

Orfeo!

What's wrong with you?

Orfeo!

Heidsieck, Pommery, Veuve Clicquot,
Mo?t & Chandon, Mumm.

I thought you died.

I can't.
-You have to.

You have to shit him out
before you can forget him.

Come on. Be a good girl. Open your mouth.

Come on.
That's it. One spoon for mummy.

One spoon for daddy.

I don't have a daddy, Mr Clairvoyant.

My mother left him before
I was even born.

I want to be dead.
-Open your mouth.

It was very audacious of you.
You really went for it. Really.

I've cut the hair of the dragon.
And he fucked my best friend.

Why haven't you warned me?

He's a complete asshole.
He doesn't deserve you.

You're telling me now?
I want my money back.

He's my last chance.
That's what you told me.

Fanny Fink, rest in peace
and become one with nature.

Now the earth.

Come on, Fanny, stop crying.

Look at my glass.
Is it half full or half empty?

Half empty.
-See? That's exactly your problem.

Always whining
about what you don't have.

Half full is never enough.

And you have so much, damn it!

A job, a place, a family, the right
skin colour. What can I say?

Nothing. I don't have anything anymore.

I'm sick and will die soon.
-What is it so serious that you have?

AIDS?

No.

But I don't have much time left.

Soon my brothers and sisters
will come.

They'll take me back home
to planet Arcturus.

They're coming to get me.

It will sound like a thousand planes.

I was alone and unhappy.
I had no-one and I wanted to die.

They took me to planet Arcturus
and cut out my unhappiness.

Did they operate on you?

They touched me with fingers
as soft as flower petals.

And then they stuck a hot needle
into my chest and removed something.

The pain was inconceivable.

But it took away all my other pain.

All at once I was happy.

Happy as never before.
I asked them why they had chosen me.

They pointed at my emerald
and said:

'That's how we recognize our brothers
and sisters when we save them.'

They speak German?
-No, but I could understand them.

What happened next?
-Next?

They asked me if I wanted to stay.
I was so stupid to decline it.

I said I wanted to fall in love
just one more time.

As soon as you're recovered
you long for it again.

Nobody learns from experience.
Falling in love...

They didn't know what it was and I couldn't
explain it. So they brought me back.

They brought me back to Earth
the same way they had come.

The same noise in
the air like...

a thousand planes.

And these spheres of radiant white light.

And did you fall in love again?
-Yes, unfortunately.

And when are they coming back?
-As soon as I die.

Will they take you with them?
-Yes.

And then you're gone? Just like that?
-Yes, just like that.

Your body will be a cadaver.
-Your body will be a cadaver.

We visualize how our cadaver is swollen.

Blue and stinking.

Our corpse will be crawling
with insects and worms.

All that's left is your skeleton
with some residual flesh and blood.

Your body will be a cadaver.
-Your body will be a cadaver.

A skeleton with a bit of residual blood,
but no more flesh.

When the blood dries up,
there will be only a pile of bones.

Here an arm, there a
shinbone or a skull.

All that remains is a
pile of bleached bones.

A pile of bones, white and dry.

Your body will be a cadaver...

Your body will be a cadaver.
-Your body will be a cadaver.

The bones will crumble.
All what remains of us...

is a little heap of dust.

Your body will be a cadaver.

Alaaf!

Congratulations.

With what?
-Your birthday. Also from Charlotte.

Can I take your order or do
you want to wait? -I would...

Champagne and caviar please.

We're out of caviar.

Oysters then.
-Also ran out.

A cheese sandwich.
-With champagne?

Make that a cup of tea.

They will come soon to save us and I
have nothing to wear. Nothing to wear.

Hey! Wait!

Do you know who that is?
-Yes, our new building manager.

No, that was Hanuman,
the white ape general.

Be careful with him.
He can rip your heart out.

He already did that.

Did he eat it?

He doesn't eat meat.
He has thrown it away.

That's a pity.

No, absolutely nothing

No, I do not regret anything

Not the good things
that have happened

Nor the bad, it's all the same to me

No, absolutely nothing

No, I do not regret anything

It is paid, swept away, forgotten,

I don't care about the past!

To my memories

I set fire

My troubles, my pleasures

I don't need them anymore

I've swept away past loves
With their trembling

Swept away forever

I'm starting over

No, absolutely nothing

No, I do not regret anything

Not the good things that have happened

Nor the bad, it's all the same to me

No, absolutely nothing

No, I do not regret anything

Because my life, because my joy

Today... it begins with you!

Tell me what it is or I'll call a doctor.

Please don't, you promised
me not to do it.

Can't I do something for you?

Wait, stay with me.

Just stay with me. Stay by my
side until everything's over.

Where in Africa is Uaknosh?

In Senegal. And it's Uagnosh,
not Uaknosh.

Uagnosh? -Exactly, like a
warm summer breeze. Uagnosh.

You don't have an accent.
-My mother was German. From Berlin.

Did she pass away?

Faster! Go faster!
Hurry! Faster! Faster!

I want you to have it.

You know, jewels are the thoughts of God.

It will protect you against disappointments.
-Please stop it, Orfeo.

It's for you.
-Don't get so worked up.

Nonsense! Sometimes I already hear them.

I want to look smart
when they come.

I want to be in a suit
by Armani or Versace.

I've always wanted one.

You'll be fine.
-They will come.

Do you think I'm crazy?

Go then. Leave me alone
if it's too much for you.

The only thing you think about
is if you are loved enough.

Go away. Let me die alone.
Damn it, leave me in peace.

I'm sorry, Orfeo, I didn't
mean it like that.

I want to give them a present.

What are you thinking of?

Gold.

Gold is for them
a wonder of planet Earth.

You realize we have to charge 13.5%
on a loan like this? -Yes.

Okay. Sign here please.

What can I say, I'm sorry.

How could I know you were so serious?

Insane. Are you sure you have a grip
on reality? Why did you cut my hair off?

I wanted to possess you.

To have your kids, grow old together.
-Yes.

I understand. Do you want to have
dinner with me? Just the two of us?

You're my only friend
in that crazy building.

Wait. Wait a moment!

Give me back my suit.
It was an expensive Armani.

I don't have it anymore.
-What?

I threw it away.

You're not peeling an apple.

You have to eat something.

Is it that horrible?

Another one.

When you think you can't take it
anymore, just look at the clouds.

They'll be there when I'm gone.

Everything changes.

Nothing stays the same, not even shit.

What does that one mean?

If you hold on long enough,
everything will get better eventually.

'Piotrowicz took a seat opposite of him
and then came the champagne.'

'They were asked if they'd
like to have oysters.'

'The finest oysters that had just come in.'

What'll I take? The jewelry,
the leather case, the mountain bike...

and for my friend Fanny
I'm taking the hair dryer.

In the three years I lived with that doctor
I've never seen him pee.

Or watch him brush his teeth.

He always closed the door.
-A bad sign.

How was he in bed?

A Kleenex always at hand.

I suppose he always folded up
his clothes.

Paper.

That's what I always yelled to my mother
if she had to wipe my ass.

In Africa? -Think they don't have
toilet paper over there?

I luve... I luve...

I luve... I luve you...

I luve you.

I luve you... I luve you...
I luve you...

What does that mean?

That I luve you.

I luve you too.

Fanny?

Fanny!

This is the moment.

Thanks.

Kiss me.

I love you.

I love you too.

Don't be afraid, Fanny.

Your past is a skeleton
walking behind you.

Your future is in front of
you.

They'll both never leave you.
But sometimes they want to talk to you.

They'll tell you to sit down for
a moment so that you can rest.

They will offer you a drink and...

They'll promise you everything you want.
But don't listen to them.

Keep on walking
and don't wear a watch.

They will always remind you
what time it is.

It's always the same time,
understand? It's always now.

Go now.

Let me alone.
Otherwise they won't come.

Run along now.

I'm coming!
I'm coming!

What is that?
What the fuck is happening here?

What the fuck is going on here?

What's happening here?
What's going on?

What's going on?

I'm here! Hello!

Yes!

Open up! I need the key!
Give me the key!

Let her go.

Shit. This is the end.

My god, what was that?

What was that noise?

Orfeo?

Fanny Fink. She didn't eat anything
that had eyes.

Orfeo? Orfeo?

Can you hear me? I miss
you so. I need you.

Will I be alone forever now?

My emerald.

That's not an emerald. No.

It's glass. Just glass.

Good morning, Fanny.

Women...
I'm sorry.

180 apartments for sale

They throw me out.
-They throw us all out.

I didn't know that.

They throw me out of my house.
I can't believe it.

Oh, shit! I am claustrophobic.
-I have to go to the toilet.

I have to get out of here.
-Do something.

You want a cup of coffee maybe?

Of course I mean all of you.
-Yes.

Please.

A party without dancing?
There's nothing to eat.

The coffee is delicious. -But I
don't like coffee. -Thanks.

It is really very good.

Music.
-Of course, music.

After all, what's a party without music?

I'm sorry.

Let me do it.

You just beat me to it.
-What do you mean?

I would wait at least till next autumn
to find courage to talk to you.

I'm very shy, you know.

Is it half full or half empty?
-Half full. Why?

It was horrible to
bury you, you know?

Your body will be a cadaver.

But not just mine.

Would you also like to dance?

I'll be right back, okay?

Orfeo!

When is it enough for you?

Stop grinning.