Talking About the Weather (2022) - full transcript

You East German.

Can I please see your ID?

That's theft.

Oh, you didn't have shampoo

in the East, right?

So, what have we here?

Gotta go.

Got another five-star client.

I don't know how you do it.

One minute you're like this,

and the next you're totally different.

Do we have to keep

meeting in a hotel?

Yup.

For the shampoo.

Can we talk normally?

I really have to go.

Bye!

-Morning.

-Morning.

TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER

One moment.

"... takes the position between

the family..."

Wait. Almost got it.

"... family and..."

Faraz?

I said I'd call you.

You didn't.

We had a clear agreement.

Emma's here.

Sure.

You have the university,

Emma,

a bit of Max in between...

if you can

squeeze him in.

You done now?

You came to make accusat...

What did you expect?

I don't know what I expected either.

I don't know.

I don't know what I...

But I'm simply dissatisfied.

Why do you say you love me if

everything's different the next moment?

I have to finish my lecture.

Yeah, sure.

That's important.

Morning.

-Hi, Clara.

-Sandra?

Could you take

the balloons downstairs?

-Sure.

-Thanks.

Clara, you still owe me

a travel expense report.

-I know. Tomorrow, OK?

-This quarter is almost over.

You still owe me a desk.

You're not coming?

No, I've got a seminar.

Clara?

Hi, Mama.

It's Wednesday, I've got a seminar.

What?

You're in the office, I can see that.

I can't see you.

You have to turn the phone around.

Then I won't see you.

No, flip it, Mama.

You need to flip it.

What do I need to do?

Ch... Change the camera.

When are you guys coming?

Saturday.

Mama, we talked about this,

I have appointments on Friday.

Important is that the weather holds up

so we don't have to celebrate inside.

But it's supposed to stay nice for

the weekend. Is it raining on your end?

I don't know.

Maybe later it will.

Mama, hey,

can we talk again later?

I have to go.

Of course, you're busy.

Call me, will you?

I will.

Sorry, OK?

Love you. Bye.

Bye-bye and a kiss!

...that usefulness in the sense of

pleasure means the absence of pain.

And that society's balance of happiness

is at stake.

But what does that mean?

Can you enforce the pleasure gain of

a majority at the expense of a minority?

She's not a minority,

but a woman.

Mr. Köhn,

argue that using Mill.

It gratifies her pride not

to ask Brad for help.

But she would

obviously benefit more

by simply staying alive.

In terms of utilitarianism,

Mill would thus argue that saving

the woman is of greater benefit.

Only you could believe that.

-Pardon?

The question is if she even wants

to be saved.

And if so,

if she needs a man for that.

What Ms. Lee pinpointed here

is the cliché.

Lichtenstein is playing

with the cliché

of the emotional,

suffering, weak woman

who needs to be saved

by a strong man.

OK, but...

is it really only

a gender issue nowadays?

There are also strong women

looking for men who...

-Who what?

-Well...

Or there are men like Joachim Sauer,

for example.

And who is Joachim Sauer?

-Exactly, nobody knows him.

-Angela Merkel's husband.

Yet he's probably one

of the strongest men around.

Because he can stand

living in that power structure.

I'd be willing to be saved.

Or to arrange myself permanently

like Joachim Sauer.

To stick with Mill,

we should maybe discuss

if each and every one of us

has the authority

to decide what's useful for him or her

and what's not.

As you can see,

she has it all under control,

though for the sake of correctness:

I'm retired,

but I'm not a professor emeritus.

You all know

the worldly wisdom that

a man is only as successful

as the woman behind him.

Which is why

I've decided to be a retiree

who waits on his wife hand and foot

and caters to her every whim.

Very nice.

What are you two doing here?

Gerd is onstage

threatening to care for his wife.

Concerning the curriculum

meeting yesterday:

My seminar wasn't even listed.

No?

Oh, I'm sorry.

But do you have

compulsory modules?

I actually do.

I'd like to do a masters course,

but open it for bachelors.

I'm doing

the English module again.

You better make an appointment.

And what are we having?

Open it up.

Sweet.

They're going sailing next year.

I wonder who'll eat Gerd.

I'll bring it in.

If Gerd didn't retire, she'd be his

assistant in 20 years, so assiduous!

At least she's got a PhD.

May I take your coat?

Of course.

May I also give you my bag?

For now maybe just the bag.

Sure.

Clara?

Julia?

-What are you doing here?

-How about yourself?

-You look beautiful!

-That's just for the jingles.

You're playing again?

Yeah, after rehab,

therapy and all that jazz.

Jeez.

-Great.

-And yourself?

Still studying?

No, I'm doing my doctorate.

-Part-time at the institute and...

-Ms. Professor like?

We'll see.

-So how is Emma?

-Well, fine.

I have to go. Schumann's waiting.

See you later?

Yeah, sure, yeah.

I'm joining the others.

Nice shoes.

What are you doing here?

My father and Gerd

did their doctorates together.

So will you introduce me

to your parents now?

Stop it, please.

Papa?

May I introduce you to my lecturer?

This is Clara Liepmann.

She's doing her doctorate with Margot.

I'm taking her seminar

on utilitarianism.

This is my father,

Alexander von Brandis.

Pleased to meet you, Alex.

My pleasure.

I prefer "Mr. von Brandis..."

At the institute,

we're all on first name terms.

Pardon me, I...

What is the subject of your doctorate,

if I may ask?

Hegel's theory of freedom.

More precisely,

the concept of intersubjectivity

in Hegel's conception

of family and bourgeois society.

And your parents

are philosophers, too?

No.

My father was a diplomat.

And my mother

a classic housewife.

Great.

So you got around a lot

as a child.

My mother now paints, mostly.

My father bought her a studio

in Uckermarck.

Well, it was nice to meet you.

How's it going?

Since retirement, Gerd's colleague

feels invisible at conventions and so on.

Bang! You're irrelevant. Nobody cares

about you anymore. Crass, isn't it?

He's talking about

Gerd's business acquaintance.

It's unbelievably hard.

Invisible, can you imagine that?

Apparently better than you.

Clara,

you don't have a drink.

No one offered me anything.

If I'd always waited to be offered

something, I'd still be in Bumblefuck.

Ladies?

Sorry, this will make it easier

for both of us, right?

Hey, Margot.

Greedy as ever?

Course.

Too much of a good thing

can be wonderful, right?

As if you didn't know.

I would actually

count myself among those

who enjoy

the little things in life.

Exactly.

Alex,

Gerd has no tolerance nowadays.

We don't want him

to binge again...

You get suspicious as soon

as there's a moral consensus.

Consensus?

Sorry, I didn't know

you were speaking for all of us.

I wonder

who shares your opinion.

Join us, Barbie.

None of you can adequately address

the new East German states.

Well, Clara is.

If you only want to confirm

your prejudices

about the unemployed and far-right,

go to a former West, blue-collar city.

The East is struggling with democracy.

Look at the election results.

Well, 50 years of dictatorship

leave their mark, right?

Exactly, we learned that

upon evaluating the university.

Yeah, a lot went wrong

during your takeover.

All those layoffs

weren't exactly rightful.

Barbie!

You became a professor

very quickly and very young.

It's debatable

who benefited most from the takeover.

I'd love to see your reaction

when 30 years of your work

is suddenly questioned.

It's such a disruption

to one's biography.

You two don't even try

to imagine the implications.

What was with your father?

What?

Well,

as a diplomat

without a country.

Oh yeah, him.

He shot himself.

God, how awful.

I'm very sorry for you.

He wasn't home much.

Oh, come on,

don't act so affected.

You think there's

some duty to stay alive?

Well, it's not just

about your own good.

Even if

there's nothing more to live for?

We're social beings.

Certain conventions are necessary.

You guys do what you want,

but I want to decide for myself,

and die the way I lived.

Alone?

Self-determined.

Shot himself?

You know what

a mess that is?

Dammit!

That wouldn't be my first choice.

For sure.

What was wrong with you

in there?

That's the real negation of life:

bicycle helmets.

Love and death!

We won't settle for less!

Shall I bring you in?

These are expensive glasses.

Don't throw them away.

I want your text by Monday.

If it's good, I'll include it

in my anthology. If it isn't...

I'll tell Brandis the truth

about your diplomat father.

Reconsider the affair

with your student.

You forgot your cell.

Shitty weather.

Don't worry, I won't jump.

Stop it.

I don't have children

who can reject me

when I'm old and stale.

I don't even have cats.

Your phone is on the dresser.

What time is it?

Almost nine.

Shit.

Thanks for the blanket.

Could you turn it down a bit?

Thanks.

For weeks, you've come in, taken aspirin

and left. I have no idea how you are.

Yet another Oscar.

Faraz Samadi Ahadi.

For your third role

as a terrorist.

What's your secret?

Empathy.

Come on.

Good morning.

Hi, Jasmin.

-The quarterly bill? I'm sorry...

-Your guest lecturer is waiting.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Clara Liepmann.

Hannah.

We already know each other.

Right,

we spoke on the phone.

It's all good.

Mrs. Kramps has entertained me well.

-Goodbye.

-Bye.

Please. Thanks.

Your lecture will be there and then

we'll eat at the Italian restaurant.

-Who's going to copy my handouts?

-Morning, Clara.

Margot!

This is Hannah Rath, our guest speaker

from the University of Greifswald.

-Nice to meet you.

-Professor Hug.

I look forward

to your contribution this afternoon.

You don't remember, do you?

Remember what?

I studied with you in Erlangen.

20 years ago.

You wanted me to apply

as your research assistant.

Oh, yeah?

The master about

Goodman's Theory of Symbols?

I'm sorry.

With so many students, I...

Yeah, sure.

Fine.

See you later.

You were a terrible lecturer

and very hurtful, not only to me.

So what do you want now?

An apology 20 years later?

Stop playing the victim.

-Good-bye.

-You're evil.

We need to sit

at the same table.

Great.

Exactly, 7 p.m.

Thanks for making it possible.

Great, thanks, bye!

You OK?

What was that

with your father yesterday?

With my father?

I see. And I thought

you were hiding from me.

Why would I do that?

Could you please

bring this to the lecture?

Thanks.

I have to go.

See you.

Hey, Emma, it's Mama.

Listen,

my schedule has changed, so we can leave

today if you want. I can pick you up.

Let me know if that'll work.

See you, bye.

Why are you waiting outside?

Papa's annoying me again.

Because of math?

Oh, come on.

Jeez...

How long will this act of revenge

on your parents last?

Come on.

Be happy it's not a double bass.

Did you get the Werther exam back?

And?

-A.

Don't act like we just

saw each other yesterday.

I made you sandwiches

for the drive.

Well, Nealsy Boy?

Wanna join Aunt Clara

on vacation?

He's been shy

since starting kindergarten.

You're working again?

Part-time.

Throw him the ball.

-Have you thought it over?

-Yet another new toy?

Pole position.

Third qualifying.

Have you considered

our vacation?

The house is big enough.

No, I have a conference in Kiel.

Join us afterwards.

I'll think it over.

Come on,

make Emma happy.

As for math there's room for improvement.

Could you talk to her as well?

Nope.

So, big girl.

Have fun, you two.

And say hi to Grandma.

-Have a nice weekend.

-You too, bye!

Race you to the house?

Come on, I'll hurry.

Go, run!

Max von Brandis?

My assistant.

-Answer it?

-No, please.

Go to "Messages", then "New."

"Could you..." Please type:

"Could you please

take care of Hannah Rath."

Question mark.

"I reserved as usual.

7 p.m. for Liepmann."

"Thanks."

"I'll call you."

Period.

An emoji?

No, send it.

So the long lost daughter

is back, too.

Hi, Klaus. How are you?

Bad people always do well,

as you know.

I thought

you were coming tomorrow.

Surprise!

I haven't prepared anything.

I thought you had appointments.

I canceled them all for you.

What an honor, my dear.

Beautiful, thanks.

But next time please call me.

I was headed to

ladies' hour at the gym.

Give me something, too.

Shall I... take your bag?

Give me it.

Come on, Mama. I'll do it.

-Don't be like that.

-Mama, no!

Let me do it.

Well then,

into my cozy home with you.

Never miss a thing.

Right, Klaus?

Well, you never know these days.

He's getting worse.

The world hasn't become more peaceful.

That much is for sure.

He's full of it.

Come on, sweethearts.

Hit any traffic?

It was a struggle.

Without Pia's sandwiches,

it would've been a close shave.

Clara,

sometimes I wonder about you...

-Are you baking the cottage cheese cake?

-No, Renate is. I'm baking a...

crumble cherry cake.

She always puts mandarins in it.

So it's nice and fresh.

-Can I sleep in your room, Grandma?

-Of course you can.

Is that a new T-shirt?

From Pia.

She was getting rid of stuff.

Looks comfy.

What's the WiFi-password,

Grandma?

There's a note on the fridge.

Take a look.

-Is it there?

-No.

Then in the living room next to the

shelves is the box with the PIN.

That was that.

And now comes this.

Then tomorrow the rest,

plus the drinks, and we're all set.

If you get stuck, ask me.

I can't stand correcting them.

A tie with four letters?

Draw.

Someone who conducts

kneading regimens?

Well, a masseur.

Exclusive, special?

Particular.

A city in Siberia?

Irkutsk!

-Badly performed work?

-Botch.

-Toilet.

-Two or three letters?

Making fun of me again?

You watch it, Miss.

Don't finish those, it's the topping.

So how are things

at the university?

Good.

Just good?

I'm giving that lecture

next week.

I told you that.

Sure.

Oh, yeah: It'll probably get published

in Margot's anthology.

Great.

And your thesis?

If it goes well,

end of next year.

What?

That's a long time, right?

Do you care about

what I write

or just for how long?

You can read it,

I have it here.

Clara, for me, it's all so...

screwed-up and stilted.

I can explain it to you.

Not tonight.

Who's calling this late?

Margot.

You have to take the call,

she's your professor!

Why?

We're having such a nice chat.

Who gets the bathroom first,

you or me?

Vodka is on sale.

Take three bottles.

Or better four:

Peter is coming.

What else do we have here?

You know why

they call it "a steal?"

No, but I'm sure

you'll tell me why.

It's related to theft.

It's more about taking something

from someone than really needing it.

What are your plans

for the next ten years?

You're full of questions.

Seriously, tell me three things

you'd like to do before turning 70.

Clara, stop asking.

I want to finish this today.

Grab that case of beer.

Want something healthy for breakfast?

Some fruit?

Can I get a magazine?

Don't you ever

think about that?

Wishes. Any wishes.

Wishes...

Say something.

That I want to find a job before

I retire? Something like that?

Is that what you think I want to hear

or what you really want?

Angie?

-You don't have oat milk, do you?

-Oat? That's a cereal.

Exactly, they drink it in Berlin now.

I'm staying here. It's too noisy for me

in the city. There's no oat milk here.

If you really want to work again,

it'll be difficult here.

I'm just saying...

Wow, hello, Holger!

It's been so long.

-Can you do this first?

-Sure.

-Did you find everything?

-Yes.

Nice guy.

He would've been my type back then.

I can imagine.

Hey, Kathleen.

Four of these sale items.

Good evening, everybody.

Game next week?

-Who's playing?

-Red versus White.

You duds will lose anyway.

Unbelievable.

Heidi!

Come here.

How's life in the capital?

Goodness.

You're skin and bones.

You need to eat,

even during your doctorate.

And she keeps getting bigger.

Time flies.

Yeah, Heidi, I've grown, too.

-A small beer?

-A small beer.

-You look good.

-You, too.

-How long are you staying?

-The weekend.

Always in a rush, eh?

But Mama's happy, huh?

The weather's nice, too!

It's much nicer in the park than in

the hall. I told Mama straight away.

I'm going out.

She sure is a Liepmann.

I mean, look at that body.

Sorry, no offense.

-It's quite busy.

-You know, alcohol is always a solution.

Got WiFi?

No.

Emma...

She's my daughter.

It's crazy how time flies.

Hands off of the professor!

Shut your trap

and drink your beer.

Give your Mama this

with kind regards.

-Could someone please...

-Wait, I'm coming.

Emma, take this for Grandma.

And put away your cell.

Fruit? This'll be some party.

Where's the meat?

-Could you take this?

-Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

-There's more to come.

-Come on, Emma.

Lend us a hand.

-I am.

It's empty.

The trunk is empty.

I'm going back to the bar.

Don't be silly.

There's enough of everything.

Maybe we just forgot it.

Don't make a fuss.

What fuss?

-I'll call them.

-Clara, no you won't.

Why?

You paid for it.

What will that look like?

What will what look like?

Aunt Renate, the rosette potatoes are

missing, so I can call the bar, right?

Can you stow this for me?

I wouldn't make a fuss.

It's too much anyway, as usual.

Emma, I sat you next to Leon.

He's excited.

What fuss?

Mama, I don't want to sit

at the kids' table.

-You guys look great!

-Not really...

Come on, they haven't danced

together for so long.

Look at Grandpa.

-No soda, dude.

-Why not?

-How often do I need to say it?

-But it's my aunt's birthday.

Doesn't matter.

We agreed on that.

Come on, Papa.

Enough.

Boys aren't crybabies.

-Neither are girls.

-Oh, God...

I'm the women's representative.

Right.

Then we know

which direction to shoot in.

You again!

Alright, we have to get

you home now.

-Come on, old man!

-Grandma, need help?

Mama,

you have to come back.

Fat-ass!

Oh, Mama. Please.

Fat-ass!

Fat-ass!

Are you nuts?

Calm down or we're going home.

-I said don't touch me!

-Enough.

Enough!

You suck!

-Let's keep dancing, right?

-We're here to celebrate your birthday.

You know,

we're all working on a volunteer basis.

With passion,

heart and soul,

and they only screw us.

We want to build horse and bike paths

and they want it to be natural.

And the bureaucracy!

The road construction office,

weird regional subsidies, co-financing...

Then some horse path coordinator

will demand a district council decision

and what not.

Just you wait.

If Brussels cuts back border funding,

they've got another thing coming.

They only think from one election

to the next.

Nobody even asks us.

Like after

the Fall of the Wall.

No wonder

our youth is so messed up in the head.

What's here for them?

Nothing.

Those jackasses don't need to act

surprised when the roof is set on fire.

Now she's watching.

What, am I right or not?

Depends on what you mean by

"when the roof is set on fire."

Oh, nothing.

That was a deliberate provocation.

Clever as a fox. I haven't heard

"deliberate provocation" in a long time.

Don't ask me

if you don't want my opinion.

Don't be like that.

He didn't mean it.

When he's been drinking, he's unbearable.

Don't even listen.

Cut the nonsense

and drink your cough syrup.

Father.

What's the superlative

of mad cow disease?

Girl power. Cheers.

Did you dream

you're a strongman?

Go home, both of you.

You and your stupid jokes.

There, there.

Don't spoil the mood this late.

Tell that to your daughter.

You want to walk?

Good night, Clara.

I'm tired.

We're leaving soon.

So what now, Maiki?

You coming?

-Night.

-Bye, take care.

Gosh, what they guzzled away!

It's a good thing we bought

that fourth bottle of vodka.

Can't complain at that price.

So beautifully arranged

and plenty as well.

Take some with you tomorrow.

I'll eat it all week.

Heidi knows what she's doing.

She's good at it, no complaints.

So well arranged!

I don't give a shit.

I couldn't care less.

The weather, the food...

If we hit any traffic.

Why don't you talk to Nicole?

Why does everyone here pretend

that hitting a child is no big deal?

I don't get it.

How can you talk

about the well-arranged food?

Say something.

How terrible that

people here only babble,

but never communicate!

You say something if you're so smart.

-As if that would help.

"Look at that Liepmann.

Just because she studied,

she thinks she's something better."

Nobody is interested.

Clara,

you're barking up the wrong tree.

I tell you,

they always ask me how you guys are.

And they're proud

of what you do there.

They?

And you?

I want to talk with you

about more than the weather.

Damned if I do,

damned if I don't.

Mom!

Of course I'm proud of you!

You're my child!

Then tell me for once!

Leave it.

I'll do it.

Everything okay?

Mom!

Camillo, me and nature!

Because let me tell you...

It's pitch-black outside.

Klausi always makes it

home in one piece, eh?

Fishing, as Karl Marx used to say,

is the very best!

Nightcap?

An Old Fashioned, please.

Is this old-fashioned enough?

Can I even talk to you

or will Kathleen then divorce you?

You came by car?

Do I look like

I can still drive?

That's the only advantage

of growing up in the country:

You can impress people

with darts and billiards.

Weren't you afraid

to be alone in South America?

No.

I met Roland pretty quickly.

Emma's papa.

Isn't it weird for you

that she lives with him now?

Yes.

But she's got

her friends there,

her school,

a lake house...

Why should I remove her

just because her parents don't get along?

I really miss

talking to someone like this.

Me, too.

Kathleen actually makes it

more exciting for us.

I mean,

now we're here,

drunk in your bar,

considering if it might be sexy

one more time on the pool table.

The way you talk...

How do I talk then?

You know that?

Sometimes hearing music like that

triggers feelings inside you, as if...

as if you remember something,

but you don't even know what.

Something deep inside of you.

I'm sorry that

everything went bad back then.

At the end, that...

I left you alone with it all.

How cowardly I was and such.

Do you like it there

at the university?

You know,

when I manage

to grasp a thought...

When...

When I manage to...

write it down

and then someone reads it and...

they understand it.

Just like me.

You know, it's...

maybe like feeling at home.

Does that make any sense?

I wanted to build a house

and start a family.

Plant a tree.

Take over my father's business.

Now I'm 39.

And have all that.

Achieved all that

and wonder what's yet to come.

Keep on going.

Keep on going,

but this is somehow home, too.

I couldn't do what you're doing.

Everything new and...

leave it all behind.

Well then,

here's to home.

Apropos:

What's life like with...

a huge Odin tattoo

on your chest?

It's Thor.

My father's CD collection.

Night.

It's closed.

Oh, right.

Good morning.

Morning.

Hey, Grandma has

a carton of eggs for you.

Thanks, Mama.

Mama, you stink.

We're right between

the two rivers.

They've been laying

so many eggs lately.

I already gave Grandma

a carton this week.

It won't get into

our valley.

It's been so long

since they laid so many.

But if it does,

there'll be a lot,

going back and forth

between Oder and Randow.

You have to pull the strings too.

Otherwise it...

Always back and forth.

You can see for...

kilometers.

How's the ankle?

I just had to dance.

-I didn't mean that.

You couldn't quit, either.

Did you hang them up

according to size?

It wasn't my first time

hanging up laundry.

Well, I like that.

I don't like it

all mixed up like the Merthens do it.

Mama...

So, you old grump:

Where are we vacationing?

Nowhere.

We're going to Copenhagen.

What's with you?

You're doing it right.

Let them all talk.

They're just envious

because they have no brains.

It was different for us.

Here come the starlings.

Those vermin.

It's beautiful here.

Those starlings

ate our whole cherry harvest last year.

My grandfather hated them, too.

Cherry thieves.

So, before it starts to pour.

It'll move to the lagoon.

It won't come here. Bye.

Stay strong.

Here.

Grandma.

I'm a grown-up, really.

Take it.

I don't need it.

Take it.

It's for the gas.

Come here.

It's not a problem.

-Mama.

-Sweetie.

Don't you want to follow them, Schnurri?

You're normally so curious.

Drive safely.

Alright now, shoo!

Off you go.

So you've got everything?

Food? Cell phones? Charging cables?

-Got it.

-Good.

Call when you arrive.

-I will.

Don't hit any traffic.

-That turned out great.

-It was quite bad.

-I built it up.

-You did that really well.

Bye!

Bye!

Were you in my room?

Just to vacuum.

I can do that myself.

You can set the table now.

For everyone?

Food!

Yo, Queen Emma!

Hi there!

-How's the love life?

-How's the love life?

Funny.

What's for dinner?

I'm so hungry.

-Leftovers.

-Fine. I'll open some wine.

Is Faraz here?

Everything's cool.

Shoot and then you can pay the rent.

Well, how will he know

if you don't open your mouth.

Know what?

I'm here. Can you just talk to me?

David, they think

what you say is racist

because you can't see beyond

your privilege.

I'm not a racist!

A least

you're opening your mouth.

What choice do I have with you?

To be free again,

you have to become a terrorist.

Are there approaches

in Teunissen's work

that enable an intersubjective

conceptualization of freedom?

What might an intersubjective dynamic

of the Social look like?

How could this be identified as a dynamic

that enables freedom in a positive sense?

These questions could

form starting points

for further social

ontological studies.

Thank you.

We now have

30 minutes for questions.

If you like.

Professor Brandis?

That's an interesting question.

But it's also a question of perspective,

and as I mentioned at the beginning,

for me, Hegel's Spirit is general,

not intersubjective.

People like Brandis

will always question you,

no matter

how good you are.

You'll be criticized

harder and harder,

have to justify yourself more often,

and work twice as much.

You have what it takes.

Because you're not satisfied

with the crumbs they throw at you.

Like Sandra,

our eternal assistant.

I don't want to have

to rise above everything.

You have to forgive yourself

that you want more from life.

Anyway, this is very good.

Let me through.

I have no words for you.

-If you just for once...

-But I'm here.