""When I grow up, I'll be Kangaroo"" "Afternoon." "God bless you." "Yes?" "Three dinar-and-a-half candles." "Somi, what's yourfucking problem?" "Now you're saving?" "Don't swear in church." "Forgive me God, I don't know what I'm doing." "Sorry, please." "Give us three five-dinar ones." "Madam, give us four of the fifteen-dinar ones, and one for" "Kangaroo's dead dad." "I know you've got sixty, give it here." "Here you go." "Thanks" "Mate, god doesn't make a distinction between candles." "Clearly he does, orwhy would there be ones for a dinar, five, ten dinars..." "OK." "God, look down on us poor and pathetic today." "I know you're busy, but you only need look on us today." "And be merciful to our mate Kangaroo in the Eastwich goal." "Mate, God..." "Don't Somi..." "Sorry." "lf we get rich today, we won't forget the church, the poor, the invalids." "If we have to we'll go to London and tell" "Kangaroo to give half his wages to those who need it most..." "Come on, man." "That's it." "Two hundred, and the change." "God you're miserable, mate." "You're meeting an amazing bird with 200 dinars in your pocket." "You're the saddest of the sad in the saddest country." "Hello?" "Rada, you gave birth to Kangaroo!" "Oh, it's you mum." "He hasn't called, how can he when there's a game?" "I bought Kangaroo his first gloves!" "Me!" "Neighbour Rade!" "Lying, drinking, stealing Rade!" "Braca, when they invent a tool to measure misery it'll have your name on it." " Hi Polanski!" "Sladjana!" "Sladjana is the commonest of all common names." "But Iris." "So how's it going at home?" "Everyone's fine, thank god." "Look, you're better off finding a job than wasting time in the bookies." "True, true." "One suggestion." "I'll pray for your Kangaroo if you two look forwork." "How's that?" "OK." "Roma as well." "Sorry?" "Roma have to win as well." "You little rascals." "Go away." "Iris, man how that sounds!" "Best of all, Braca's going to make love to that same lris." "Make love to her hard, gentle." "Yeah, that's not the same poor bastard." "This is the new Braca." "Handsome Braca, successful Brace, super-successful, super sex-symbol, Braca" " King of the women." "Afternoon, two of the seven dinar ones." "Kid, get rid of the cigarette." "Sorry." "Here are you exactly." "Fuck, Avaks, I always get it further than you." "Mate, the point isn't in the length but in the piss." "Fucking air-conditioning." "Good afternoon Mrs Rada." "Hi Misa." "Get lost kids!" "How are you?" "Not bad, love." "Are we watching the match together?" "Well we agreed to." "Good, good." "Has Kangaroo called, just tell me he did?" "He called." "He wants stuffed cabbage!" "He's never eaten stuffed cabbage!" "How can I send it to him?" "Did he say he'd wear the cap today?" "He promised he would." "I told you!" "I told you!" "Please, tell me honestly, did he ask about us two?" "He only asks about you!" "Are you still smoking that dope?" "Oh come on Mrs Rada!" "Get lost kids!" "Oh Misa, those English don't even eat bread." "What do those people eat?" "Come on!" "Fish and chips, Mrs Rada." "Mate, pissing is the most satisfying thing in life." "I'd love to drink 100 crates of beer and piss all week." "Where's that idiot?" "I can't believe he's going let me down." "Braca!" "Hey, chief!" "How you doing, did you bring it?" "What's that?" "A shirt, mate." "And the cash?" "Mate, did you bring me the cash?" "This is for you, mate." "Tonight you're going out with a model, and not with some local tart." "Great, I need the cash, what's wrong with you?" "Try it, it's Italian." "Don't be a bum." "Hey, what's up guys?" "Hi chief!" "Look at him, came here as a refugee, started with shish kebabs and ended up with a Mercedes." "Look at this." "Look at him." "Why's he better than me?" "Hi, Braca." "Hi, put this on the tab, and give me five shish in a bun." "Today." "Sumpor, mate, you didn't bring me the cash?" "No." "Give me five minutes." "Here you go." "What the hell's this?" "What do I do with this?" "Well, first you go to the cinema, then an empty flat." "It's enough." "It's not enough, Sumpor." "Do you know what this bird's like?" "I know mate." "You know shit, mate." "She shines, man!" "So take her into the dark to shine foryou." "Fuck you." "Sorry, hold on a second." "Banjaluka, look what I've got for you." "What's that?" "A pressure cuff." "What pressure?" "Blood, mate!" "Age, fat, stress." "Get it?" "What good's money without your health?" "I lost my bloody country, I don't give a fuck about pressure." "Have you got some pussy to ease my lower pressure?" "Don't be vulgar, I'm a serious salesman." "Fuck it, you've got the shirt, you've got charm, she's yours." "Alright lads!" "Hi Cile!" "Thanks." "Look at this." "Give me a burger and a coke." "What's that?" "A pressure cuff." "What do I want with that?" "You wouldn't believe the porno I saw with one of these!" "Hey, ask her if she's been with Brad Pitt." "I read it somewhere." "How you doing Ljubica, my little peasant!" "Give everyone a drink." "Mile, give me the remote." "Has Grimsby started?" "He put down Derby." "On its own?" "No, with Turin." "Guys!" "Do you want me to tell you what's football?" "I can't watch one match in peace, my whole life disturbed." "Football is when Sunderland are leading two nil against" "Leeds till the eighty-seventh minute, and Leeds get three." "That's football!" "What's bloody football?" "That...when Leeds get..." "Stop talking shit." "Fuck you fucking Brondby!" "A hundred years they can't score, till now!" "Didn't I tell you it would be a draw at Brondby?" "Who did you tell?" "I told Ljuba, didn't I?" "So, why didn't you bet!" "I'm not stupid enough to bet on" "Scandinavians." "Denmark isn't Scandinavia." "Then what the fuck is it?" "A Benelux country." "BE-NE-LUX." "Belgium, the Netherlands, that's Holland, and Lux is" "Luxemburg." "Then where does Denmark go, fucker?" "Hybrid?" "Yes, mate." "What day is it today?" "Sunday, mate." "No way it's Sunday!" "Why, something you have to do?" "No, I was just tripping it was" "Tuesday, Wednesday, or something." "Sunday, mate." "The one and only lris isn't even coming." "Good job too." "What's she gonna do with a bum with 350 dinars in his pocket." "Braca, king of the bums." "Bra-ca-b-um!" "Alright Braca, mate?" "Hi Nebojsa." "Sone, mate." "Nebojsa's a bit queer.-lris will see me with this idiot." "Run, Braca, Run like the wind!" "I guess you're waiting for some actress?" "You directors go for actresses." "Everyone knows that." "Mate, I study editing." "So have you edited her?" "I bet she squirts like a fountain!" "That's their job." "You know who I'd shag?" "That little one, what's her name?" "She's in that film, the beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning, and everything's mixed in." "Sone, mate, sorry." "I get it mate, "artistic obligations"." "Where you going idiot!" "Get out the way!" "Two nights ago at an exhibition." "You know that feeling all's ok when someone's standing next to you." "Suck my dick, twat!" "Fuck off!" "First the cinema, then I guess into town, I don't know." "Speak soon." "Donkey, drive that shit!" "You don't have to rush like that, I'm not in a hurry." "But I am, sorry." "Model?" "Yeah, you're familiar." "You going to that stylist's place perhaps?" "I'm always driving him." "He never leaves a tip." "Tell me, those stylists, what the hell do they do?" "A town full of stylists." "I don't get it!" "You've got no style, so you go to a stylist and pick some up!" "Enough makeup!" "We're going to be the most spontaneous, most natural couple in the world." "Braca and I." "You know who those stylists are?" "Queers with jobs." "I don't have any change." "Where you going?" "Please, my wife's giving birth!" "Fuck you and yourwife." "Man, she's so beautiful." "Braca, pissed-off, self-confident and vulnerable." "All at once." "I look like an idiot." "Now she'll tell me to fuck off, and she'll go back home." "Man, he's radiant!" "A town full of crazies." "Hi." "So that's the cult cinema "Vozdovac"?" "That's where l first watched a film." "And that's why the cinema is cult?" "Oh man, a witty model!" "What's going on?" "Some football match." "A mate from the neighbourhood is goalkeeper for an English club." "I knew it!" "He told everyone he's bringing home a model." "Nuts, nuts, salted, roasted." "Sport for yourteeth..." "She thinks that because of her I won't get any nuts." "Braca doesn't care forthe taste of the petty bourgeoisie." "Braca will get nuts!" "Nuts of the world unite!" "Do you want nuts?" "No, I don't eat them." "Three please, and a diet coke." "Man, she's fantastic!" "God, she turns me on." "Can't go in yet." "But it's one minute to seven." "Film starts at half past seven." "ln the paper it says seven." "So watch it in the paper." "Never mind, let's go for a drink?" "Yeah, we could if I wasn't a bum." "How embarrassing!" "Braca, you old charmer, actress huh?" "Kiss your hand." "Just a second, Braca, have you fucked this?" "Oh, Sone, please." "Braca, see you mate." "You're very popular here." "Do you want me to show you the sights of Vozdovac?" "At that time I was flogging stuff around Florence and screwing some older woman." "She owned a hairdresser's." "For money?" "No, honey, for marbles." "No freebies, even for grannies." "I had 100,000 lira per orgasm." "Once, I went downstairs to the hairdresser's, flicking through" ""Gazetta del Sportivo", heard the door, turned around..." "Batistuta!" "Gabriel?" "I swear!" "The hairdresser asks him: "How d'you want it? " And he points to me and says - "The same as that guy"." "No shit!" "On my mother's life." "God knows howwe got to know each other." "Me a word, him a word." "People, I just drove some serious pussy!" "Unbelievable!" "Ljubica, give me an espresso!" "He doesn't follow fashion, hairstyles." "And what does Batistuta drive?" "What do you think?" "Don't know." "A Ferrari?" "Yugo!" "No shit, he drives a Yugo?" "Ljubica, are you giving birth to that espresso?" "A 65A black convertible, I brought it personally from" "Kragujevac." "Modest lad, sends all his money to his mum." "ls it true you had his girlfriend?" "Cile, please." "You did, admit it, womaniser!" "I don't believe it." "Do you know how much this cost?" "Sorry." "You can see she's distracted by Kangaroo." "Does Kangaroo perhaps want to buy my tracksuit?" "I don't give a fuck, get lost, do you want to read my tealeaves?" "Ljubica, did Kangaroo call today?" "Man, you're boring." "When was Ljubica with Kangaroo?" "She left him, for Gangula." "Kangaroo didn't have a contract." "The lad wanted to kill himself." "And then the next year, Gangula went behind bars, and Kangaroo went from Vozdovac to Eastwich." "Instead of a weekend in London, Ljubica visits the prison." "How love is blind!" "Hey, Ljubica, do they have air-conditioning in prison?" "Like this." "Why?" "Why?" "Because of the parents." "So ourfingers don't stink of fags." "Get it?" "Whole term we smoked like mad." "And this was our hideout." "What wonderful, awfully gnarled fingers he has." "Besiktas leading!" "Come on the Turks!" "Here you go, Zile." "Wait, don't you dare spill it." "The Italians have started." "Say hi to Gangula for me." "Do it yourself!" "But in six months time." "Cile, he's out forthe weekend!" "Aha, in solitary." "Ljubica?" "Afternoon." "Hey man!" "Hi Somi!" "How you doing, my boys!" "My successors." "Just to say hi." "Ljubica, juice forthe lady!" "No, No." "Madam, please, this is a special day for us." "Burgija, mate, check out my lucky charm, I'll give you it," "I reckon it's ok." "Thank you, you're a mate." "And after smoking, we'd eat a whole tube of toothpaste." "We were constantly panicking we'd get caught." "We hid in the craziest places and puffed till we fainted." "That tower block was our main hideout." "We stood on the roof, watched the stars, and smoked." "And who's we?" "Avaks, Hybrid and me." "Bye beer, mate." "This is the last one." "Banjaluka will give us some on the tab." "You don't mind going?" "Of course I mind." "People, Kangaroo is going to wear a cap just like this!" "Look, Doc, that Cile's school!" "That, my boys" " Belgrade!" "Never and nowhere give up this holy slice of Belgrade earth." "Belgrade, Belgrade, you live with us and in us!" "A great night out for 300 dinars!" "You unbelievable star!" "ls that some kind of watch or..." "Pressure cuff." "What's it for?" "Well, you're so good I could fall ill." "Look, when I get close to you..." "Kiss her now Braca!" "You can be the owner of this exclusive, unique instrument for an amazing 990 dinars!" "You thirsty?" "No!" "I'm dying." "And in a packed Mansfield Road, David meets Goliath." "The great Manchester United..." "There he is, there's Kangaroo!" "...against Eastwich, the second division novices." "The Manchesterteam, Barthez, Neville, O'Shea..." "Kangarooooo..." "That's it, boy!" "With three fingers!" "Fuck those Catholics. -ldiot, the English aren't Catholics." "What then?" "Protestants, Anglican provenance." "All the same to me!" "A glorious atmosphere at Mansfield Road." "From thousands of throats reverberates..." "Mate, take a seat." "Chill out." "Today our homegrown makes his debut, the young, fearless giant between the posts, the unbeatable master of the penalty area." "It's underway!" "You haven't heard of Todd Bannister?" "He's the greatest!" "Those are the films that should be made, cheap, fucked up." "A line of short cuts, like a video, and then a long take." "Hi, what can I get you?" "Have a heart, lris, please." "Just water." "For you?" "Oh, why not forget about my diet and relax a little, huh?" "A Martini Bianco." "No, lris, No!" "Er, nothing, later maybe." "In fact, a mineral water." "Actually no, sorry, a beer, a small one..." "You fucked me with the Martini." "Eastwich are trying to muster an attack but tiny Hughes wins the ball." "Come on tiny!" "Fucking come on." "I'd fuck them all, from the manager to the goalie." "Sorry." "Boys, let me see that slip..." "Millionaires from Dortmund, got it." "Spurs from London, got it." "That's what I told them to play." "What did you tell us?" "Look at him fucking around, what did I tell you about" "Tottenham?" "You didn't tell us anything, don't talk crap." "Toma, come here!" "Doc!" "Hammers, got it..." "I've got money, come here." "The boys got West Ham to win at Liverpool." "The old dame from Turin, caught on the move!" "Well done, boys." "The wolf from Rome leading." "Boys, if Eastwich take Manchester, you've got seven grand." "A family ticket!" "Excuse me, if Eastwich what?" "lf Eastwich beat Manchester." "It's about time Manchester went down for once away." "What?" "I played Eastwich to win, what's the problem?" "Eastwich to win, against Manchester?" "The London paupers to beat the Red Devils?" "Kids, are you insane?" "Why couldn't they have them." "Manchester don't have a team." "And you'd knowwhether Manchester have a team!" "What about the trusty goalkeeper Barthez?" "The ruthless Van Nistelrooy?" "Paul Scholes, Ryan Giggs?" "The lynchpin Roy Keane, and the great Sir Alex Ferguson!" "Home ground is home ground." "Plus, Kangaroo in goal." "Kangaroo hasn't conceded for 1,250 minutes." "Yeah, but in Vozdovac." "This is England." "Looks what's England, lads!" "A full stadium!" "You know, unemployment's high overthere." "What, and everyone here works?" "Don't talk shit!" "That's a great nation!" "It's raining, and the stadium's full." "Here, the stands are empty like there's the plague." "Boys, have you ever been to" "London?" "I'll take you, if you win some money today." "You don't know football till you visit an English stadium!" "The English build a stadium, parking spaces, toilets..." "Not like here, 30,000 people in one pissing spot." "Red Star against Barcelona, at the Marakana, reeked of shit." "The referee wanted to stop the match." "He thought it was a gas bomb." "But it wasn't." "I don't know, I don't like American films." "So what the hell do you like?" "Romanian?" "Why did I say that?" "Why am I a bum with a complex?" "I don't know about Romanian, but American films are so predictable." "Yeah, I know what you're saying." "Todd Bannister is far from predictable." "Actually, you have to distinguish between Hollywood and the New York film schools." "They're totally different things." "Why am I talking about films when I don't have a clue?" "I'm just going for some fags." "I knew it." "He's not coming back." "I should just shut up and show my legs." "Stupid model and her stupid personality." "Mile, get your money out." "Hey, alright Braca!" "Hello Aunt Rada." "Hello, Bratislav." "Get out the way, Bratislav." "Somi, you got some cash?" "No, mate, it's all on Kangaroo." "Fuck, I haven't got any money to pay the bill." "That's it Kangaroo, Tsar!" "How's Kangaroo doing?" "Good mate, thank God." "Cile, can you lend us some money?" "What's up kiddo, you got hooked too?" "No, mate, but there's this bird..." "Ah, if it was for education I'd consider it, but for birds, I can't." "Look at that intervention." "Compatible." "Here you go, now go fuck yourself, you and your pussy and your education, fuck off!" "Go on, get lost and don't jinx us anymore." "Thanks Zile, I won't forget it!" "I know, son." "When you get to make a film, you'll put me in some porno, forthem to fuck me in the arse!" "Dearfootball fans, you'll need this fortoday." "Piss off, you bastard." "Avaks, look!" "What?" "I've got some shit in my beer." "You're drunk and tripping." "No, a flea or something." "Floating up and down in the bottle." "Mate, my uncle found a mouse in his beer." "No shit." "Did he drink it?" "He sued the brewery for mental suffering." "Said they wrecked his health!" "And did he win?" "Screwed them, mate, for a million dollars!" "A million dollars!" "Bullshit." "I swear." "He's in Hawaii, fanning his balls." "What a guy!" "Let's go." "Hey, countryman, the change?" "What does the jury say?" "Five-five, five-six, five-four..." "Why do I think he's different from the other morons?" "Hold on mate, how did he get it in dollars?" "Because he was in America." "Fuck it, here he'd get shit!" "Not true, with a good lawyer you can do okay here." "And where do I get the money for a good lawyer?" "You don't have to give him money." "You give him a cut!" "Sue them for a million dinars, and give him five percent." "Five percent!" "Fuck that." "Three percent, and see you later!" "Where to?" "What d'you mean where to, the cinema." "Film's cancelled." "How come?" "Only sold two tickets." "How many tickets have to be sold for the film to go ahead?" "Seven." "Give me five." "Can we go in the balcony?" "No." "Why?" "The balcony isn't open." "Thanks, you're so kind." "It's not exactly crowded." "What do the masses know about films?" "Hey, those aren't your seats." "The cinema's empty, man." "The seats are numbered." "Man." "And who are we bothering here?" "And what if we get a group visit?" "Orthe army?" "Surely not the front row?" "Where are you going?" "What's this?" "No, hold it!" "Oh, what an ugly strip, kids." "Where's his cap?" "Where's your cap?" "You betrayed your neighbourhood." "You think you're some kind of big shot if you're in London!" "Perhaps he forgot." "But he didn't forget the 70,000 quid!" "You little fuck!" "Sorry." "Hey, mind the language." "Hold on, how much is he getting?" "Two and a half grand a week, isn't it." "That's right." "Of what?" "Pounds, old man." "What's that in fucking" "Deutschmarks?" "Seven grand, mate, seven grand." "He's on seven thousand marks a week?" "But it's hard earned." "No social, no hot meals." "lsn't that right Mrs Rada?" "People, forthat money I'd let the whole stadium fuck me!" "Burgija, fifty thousand people, that's quite a few..." "I've got time!" "It's not bad here?" "Different, more interesting angle." "Andy Warhol always watched films from the front row." "I bet he plans to take me to an apartment after the film." "He can, but in another life." "Zivac, is that your navy-blue Citroen?" "lt is." "With taxi plates?" "Yeah, what do you want?" "Nothing, it's being towed!" "You little...!" "Full left!" "Wait, hold on!" "I came just to get the paper, what's wrong with you." "Hey, genius, this is my livelihood," "And what do I live off?" "Ok, tell me how much?" "Wait!" "Listen, I know myself but I don't know you." "Goal!" "Hey, the money?" "Fuck yourself!" "What did he say?" "He told you to fuck yourself!" "I can't hear anything." "Hello?" "Goal, goal." "He put the hat on, he put it on!" "That's it Kangaroo, that's it Serb!" "Fuck them." "Sorry." "lt was a mile offside." "One nil to little Eastwich!" "Do you knowwhat's good about this cinema?" "No." "Here a guy doesn't have to rent the whole cinema to be with someone he li..." "I mean..." "Someone he what?" "Someone he li'..." "Someone he li'?" "Li'. -zkes." "Yes, zkes." "Very much zkes." "I zkes you too, and li' that you're funny, and that we're alone in the cinema, I li' everything." "Here's to the nuts!" "Nuts of the world, unite!" "Make love, not war!" "And do you knowwhat's good about the front row?" "You can't miss the flying saucers." "Hey, I have to ask you something, ok?" "Is it true Brad Pitt came onto you?" "Well, we spoke at a reception, we were photographed, the newspaper published it, and there you go." "Man, she turned down Brad." "Braca the man, alpha male!" "Oh I knew it!" "Oh, I'm such a peasant." "But, I haven't felt such a shiver down my spine for ages." "Peasant, alpha peasant !" "Come on, start the film." "The seats are numbered." "Oh fuck, he's not actually going to sit with us, please no." "kiss your hand." "Why, for god's sake?" "Why are you doing this to me?" "I love this film." "I've seen it seven times." "You're lovely." "When does it start?" "Can't wait!" "And on the green baize of Mansfield Road, Manchester tighten the noose." "The Red Devils are attacking, Eastwich can only defend as they know." "Oh for fuck's sake Kangeroo." "Fuck you, you freak." "The thrills are lining up!" "There's the village idiot foryou." "Makes two good saves, and lets one in through his legs." "And there's the punishment." "Shut up!" "Ljubica!" "Don't Zile." "Get off." "Ljubica!" "I don't give a fuck if his dad worked on the national team" "Hi!" "The linesman's waving his flag." "It's not a goal?" "...and it stays one-nil to Eastwich..." "No-goal, no-goal..." "Somi, mate, offside." "Offside?" "It's not a goal, Zile." "Beckham protests, but in vain." "Yellow card!" "The pedantic teacher from Luton, a renowned dispenser of justice, and above all a great sportsman." "Let's not fuck around." "Send them all off, the Manchester bastards." "You can't do that in the cradle of football." "Give everyone red cards, three-nil to Eastwich!" "Fuck!" "Perhaps it's a mouse embryo." "You reckon?" "An aborted baby mouse?" "Anything's possible." "How much do you reckon I'd get for suing them?" "Who can you sue, you're a moral dwarf." "Me?" "Why not?" "Who gives a fuck!" "This bottle could change my life." "Huh?" "This." "I'll keep it in a warm, dry place." "Until a big white mouse grows inside." "What should I do?" "Ask her something, you prick." "What?" "Anything, just ask." "Tell me, this modelling..." "What?" "ls that long-term." "I mean, are there prospects?" "Oh how original." "Come on, something more imaginative." "Not about modelling or ex-boyfriends." "Tell me, that guy" "from the exhibition." "What about him?" "ls that your ex?" "Did I really say that?" "lt was nothing serious." "Bravo Braca, a real genius!" "Sladjana!" "Right, enough." "Hey fools, start the film!" "What you shouting at?" "Get out of that chair, idiot." "Come on man, play the film." "Come here and play it yourself if you're so clever." "The film operator saw they'd only sold three tickets and went home." "He's not a fool like me." "Sit there and wait." "Now I'm going to fuck him." "Do you know how much he stinks, man?" "His ticket doesn't stink." "Listen, mate, do you drink brandy?" "Brandy, no." "But Vinjak, by the gallon." "Enough for some Vinjak?" "Here, just start the film." "And turn out the lights." "And give us some other row." "We'll sort something out." "And love flew away, like a bird." "And now Todd Bannister." "Judgment day!" "Sladjana, Sladjana!" "What's going on?" "An earthquake." "lnterference, I don't know, dear countrymen..." "Sladjana!" "Hey, get off my TV!" "Everything's ok. lris likes me." "I'll marry her." "We'll have a ten-room flat in Manhatten." "I'll get an Oscarfor editing." "Manchester have occupied the Eastwich penalty box." "Where you going, idiot!" "And what's young Kangaroo up to?" "He's off his line, dribbles past one, two... and a savage assault by Van Nistelrooy!" "Kangaroo's on the ground." "Is there a card, Mr Smith?" "Fuck you, you fucker!" "Referee Smith calls Van Nistelrooy." "Come here, mate, here's your yellow card." "A recovered Kangaroo takes his place between the posts." "That's it boy!" "For your old mum!" "For Serbia!" "Ljubica, my peasant, drinks for the players." "Hey Zile, why's Cile so nasty to Ljubica?" "Because she won't give him any." "What?" "Come on Ljubica, this isn't a funeral." "Get off!" "That's bad luck." "What did I tell you?" "Have you got a watch Mr Smith?" "And as if he heard me, the referee looks at his watch and..." "half-time." "Mate, do you reckon more people would die from an earthquake, or a volcano?" ""..we're trying to reach the city seismology institute..."" "Don't know mate, neverthought about it." ""Hello, can you hear us...?"" "I reckon an earthquake." "Although I wouldn't fuck with a volcano." "A volcano could wipe you out in a second." "It's ok, mate." "What's ok?" "What's yourfucking problem?" "Why are you jinxing us?" "Alright Duje, you watching the game?" "Somi, want to come with me?" "Get some fags." "Hold on, what about money?" "The shish kebabs have arrived for our dear guest, Kangaroo's mother." "Fucking hell." "Why've we got that radio if it doesn't work?" "Past tense, it used to work, present tense, it doesn't." "Alright footballers, teams..." "Give me a drag to chill out." "My ticker's going to die." "There isn't any, mate." "It's a worldwide crisis." "The Arabs are holding out." "Lift that aerial, and move this." "Please, people, if I take the cash tonight, I'll bring a whole crop here." "Man, is this guy stupid or crazy?" "There isn't any, mate." "Sit down, man, relax." "Miroslav!" "Have you set up my aerial?" "I'll miss the news." "What d'you reckon, will they give us some money if they win?" "Like fuck, mate." "There's no such thing as a free lunch." "Afterthe film I'll take her to my place." "Straight to bed." "Pants!" "I can't believe I've left my pants in the middle of the room!" "Twat!" "No problem, I'll kick them underthe bed and introduce Iris to a world of sensitivity." "Loosen her up with Baileys." "Like fuck!" "Svetlana drank it all." "I can't believe I spent a year with that stupid tart." "Turn out the lights!" "So, forget the Baileys." "Straight to bed!" "Marvin Gaye in the background." "Cuddling to some soft black tones." "Wham!" "Iris all wet, hurtling from orgasm to orgasm, neighbours on the balcony, chanting:" "Give-it-to-her Braca!" "How could I think it's just about sex for him?" "Braca, my gallant knight!" "Let me see that slip." "Why did you bet on Eastwich?" "Good odds." "But Manchester are Manchester." "But Kangaroo's our mate." "Did he call you today?" "When was the last time he called?" "He won't call you." "You're not on the same level." "It's over." "Forget him, like he forgot us." "Kangaroo's not like that." "But life is." "What's that?" "Choose." "So why did you buy the slip?" "I can't help it, I'm already up today." "Uncle Cile won't always be there." "Take your mate out to dinner, a bird on your arm." "I haven't got a bird." "What about Ljubica?" "Uncle Cile knows everything..." "Look how sweet they are." "At least fifty years old and holding hands. lsn't it lovely?" "Zivac, look, there's Braca." "Look, they're waving to us." "Hello!" "Say hi to them." "Do you knowthem?" "Neighbours from our building." "That looks like his new girlfriend. lsn't she pretty?" "Really pretty, like an angel." "Come on Zile, let's say hello." "Ah, sit down." "Sorry, I have to go to the toilet." "Where you going?" "To say hello." "Don't look at me." "Look at the screen!" "What you doing here." "Why aren't you at Mile's?" "To Mile's, then to watch the football." "And we haven't been to the cinema in twenty years." "Twenty years, and now you decide to go to the cinema!" "Braca, are you ashamed of us?" "Oh come on, ma!" "Look at the screen." "This film isn't foryou, get it?" "ls that right?" "And why's that?" "Because there are scenes of explicit violence and even more explicit sex." "That's why." "Satisfied?" "Go home." "Oh please, for us it's explicit and for him it isn't." "Slavka, did you turn off the hob?" "I think so." "You did, or you think you did?" "I think I did." "So you didn't." "Let me introduce myself." "I'm Slavka, Braca's mother." "Pleased to meet you, I'm lris." "Aren't you pretty, Ines." "Like in that song." "Braca didn't tell me he had such a pretty girlfriend." "I'm not his..." "He's very nice." "So are you." "Just so you know, he recently finished a long relationship." "I didn't think he'd be so quick to find..." "You're a lovely couple, Ines." "Goodbye." "Beautiful Iris gets up, and passing down the left wing walks out of my life." "And they're your..." "Yes." "Well why didn't you tell me..." "Because I didn't!" "Don't be unkind." "I've also just finished a relationship." "I don't believe it." "And what else did she bloody tell you?" "Did she tell you how I used to piss the bed till I was seven?" "You know, there's no reason to get angry with your parents." "Take them home if you like them." "My motherwouldn't even have said hello to you." "Excellent!" "Norwould my father." "Do you want to swap parents?" "You'd soon change your mind." "They don't talk to anyone." "Not even to each other." "And when they do, it's betterthat they didn't." "What's with the outbursts of personal stuff?" "What does this mean?" "I can't believe my mum's pulled me a bird!" "Cheers Slavka!" "Alright crazies!" "Alright you estate agent!" "Hey shift that aerial there." "Mate, I've got bio-energy." "You got something to smoke?" "You know what, Avaks, I've paid my fair share." "You got some or not?" "No, no." "This estate agency fucked me." "They pay me nothing." "lsn't life beautiful!" "I'll fucking kill you!" "Anotherthirty-eight, thirty-nine minutes of anguish, hope, suspense." "Eastwich have very little in reserve." "Do these" "London boys have the strength?" "Come on Eastwich." "For Kangaroo, for Serbia!" "Why have you gone quiet, mate?" "Look, he's the bollocks!" "I haven't, mate, what's up?" "Kangaroo, Kangaroo!" "Giggs puts over a useful cross." "And, nothing!" "The young" "Kangaroo leapt like a panther and claimed the ball..." "A quick tipple, madam?" "Why not." "Whisky for Mrs Rada." "This young man has recorded the most beautiful moments of his goalkeeping career..." "Give me one as well." "So you're ditching me for Gangula this weekend?" "lf you think I'm ditching you, then I'm ditching you." "A million dinars, mate." "Tonight you drank my million dinars." "Sorry, man." "How was I to know?" "It's like you killed me, tonight you killed me." "Look what your brother brought for you." "Fuck you." "The referees, with Mr Smith at the helm..." "Fuck, they haven't crossed the halfway line for half an hour." "Attack, forfuck's sake!" "Free kick to Manchester, ten metres outside the penalty area." "Just three players in the wall." "This is going top right." "lf it goes top right, you're top casualty." "You're mad." "I'll show you who's bloody mad!" "And ask yourself later if I'm mad and what's my problem." "Fantastic save by young Kangaroo." "It's his day, the hero, this prince from the Danube and the Sava." "Excuse me, madam, but I have to kiss you." "What's young Kangaroo done now!" "Fuck you, Kangaroo." "What a careless move, the price of inexperience." "Why, Kangaroo, Why?" "Young Kangaroo let himself be provoked by old Keane, and spat at him." "He'll get a red card." "So he should, fucking idiot." "Did he learn that at home?" "Shut up!" "Mr Smith reaches for his pocket and...yellow card!" "That's it Smithy, I could kiss your dick!" "It's ok Kangaroo." "Come on." "A yellow card forthat!" "For spitting, a yellow card!" "Now I'm going to fuck him." "Get out!" "I'll fuck you bad." "Mind the suit." "Ah, Baron, freshly nicked, huh?" "No, honey, I've got the label." "How you doing, you got some cash?" "Er, I don't know." "Your size..." "We'll see, at the end." "Honey, your size." "It's an opportunity!" "Sorry, can I use your mobile?" "To apologise to my mum." "That would be fine, really." "Mum, it's me." "Sorry, please." "Bake me a pie..." "Hold on, why exactly didn't he want to introduce me." "Thanks." "I'm so stupid." "What now?" "Why introduce me if he just wants to sleep with me and dump me." "She must be stiff from sitting." "And I'm stiff." "Come on film!" "Oh come on!" "Sladjanaaaa!" "Sumpor?" "Tell me mate." "Move that foot, please." "Why?" "lt stinks, mate." "You know why, because I'm in my shoes all day, I work." "First I was in Zemun, then in Medak, all day on the bus." "Great, well done." "Just move it, I can't stand it.-Fuck you!" "Miroslav, you there?" "He's here!" "Your granddad's calling." "Suck my dick." "Ok, grandpa, just fixing it now." "Pass the joint!" "Mate, why don't you fix the aerial for your granddad?" "Why you laughing?" "You too?" "Why don't you two do something?" "You're 26 years old, and you sit there all day talking crap." "Why can't you get it that I'm at my most useful sitting here." "Me too." "I've got no income, and I've got no outgoings." "Pass the joint." "Right, let's call some birds." "What birds?" "I don't know, some birds." "Let's call Branka." "Branka got married, idiot." "Ok, we won't call Branka." "Sixty-first, sixty-second minute of the game." "Manchester' attackers are lining up." "Come on!" "Who's Zile?" "The greatest player..." "And?" "The greatest lover" "And?" "The greatest football expert." "Hi Zivac." "What's up Mile?" "190 over 100!" "You did well!" "Next time I'll get you 300 over 200!" "Fucking Manchester." "Roma-Atalanta finished." "What did I tell you?" "And entering the game is number 27 minutes!" "Sorry, my mistake, 27 minutes to go." "Mate, why you shitting yourself?" "It'll be ok." "Attack, Eastwich, wherever you play, we're there..." "Young Kangaroo brings down the Flying Dutchman in the penalty area!" "A careless challenge, the price of inexperience!" "You can't do that Kangaroo, not in Europe." "He went forthe ball." "Europe's strict." "And what's Mr Smith given now?" "A penalty?" "Fuck you, and the electricity company." "What's going on mate?" "Thank god, nowthe film." "It'll be fine." "We'll hold hands." "She'll kiss me." "She'll like the film." "It'll inspire to make something similar." "My life is finally going somewhere." "Come on, Mile, start it!" "Why you stripping?" "Fuck you!" "The harshest punishment, after all!" "Oh Kangaroo, I'll fuck your species of kangaroo." "Defend him, people!" "Defend my arse." "And the ruthless Paul Scholes approaches." "Casually places the ball." "A hushed Mansfield Road." "Paul Scholes and Kangaroo, head-to-head." "Tensions rising." "The skies open, Kangaroo saves." "Holy father and mother!" "One-one!" "How come one-one when he saved it?" "How come?" "Alas father, alas mother, Kangaroo carried the ball across the line." "Oh, the price of inexperience." "Did anyone ever tell you that you gave birth to an idiot?" "Oh, fuck you, kiss my arse." "What inexperience!" "The film is cancelled, power cut." "Follow me." "Let's go." "Fuck you, fuck you all." "The first time I take a girl to yourfucking cinema!" "And everything fucks up!" "Braca, what's wrong?" "What's wrong?" "Does it bother you that I've fallen in love?" "Does it botheryou that you've screwed up the most beautiful day of my life!" "Help!" "Here's your numbered seat, go fuck him." "Now I'm going to fuck you." "Did I miss Kangaroo just for you, you little bastard." "Ouch, my eyes, my eyes." "I can't see!" "He's killing him!" "The shame!" "Braca King of Shame!" "Let the electricity come back so this tram can hit me!" "We'll go to his place, and we'll screw." "On the first date?" "Of course!" "Sex at first sight!" "Because to us it's not the most important thing." "Wait!" "Does it hurt?" "No, I'll do it." "I sprayed him with deodorant." "I'm going to wash my face." "You were a pussy at the cinema." "Come on, get the balls to ask herto your place." "What did we say?" "Braca's got balls," "Braca's the man!" "I can't believe what's happening to me." "I've got saggy breasts." "No hair." "That's why I've got moles." "Thousands of bloody moles." "I can't sunbathe." "Haven't got any money for the coast anyway." "Norwill I have anyone to go with when beautiful lris dumps me and flies off with some beautiful models." "I've got a belly." "I'm 27." "I don't work." "I live with my parents, and nothing will change for 50 years." "Or maybe it will, forthe worse." "Where's your shirt?" "Pardon?" "You know what, I don't care about the shirt." "I'm a useless social parasite." "Fuck my shirt." "I'm a louse, heading into my own lousy world, to live my own lousy life, to die and be buried in a lousy grave." "You ok?" "No, I'm not ok." "What a drama." "Mile, that stinks!" "What a tragedy." "A Russian military generator!" "Hitchcock couldn't direct this." "Decline of the Gods!" "Five minutes left, plus injury time." "Rememberwhen Leeds..." "Shut it, Burgija." "Your brother's waiting outside." "Watch my suit, please." "Ljubica, pour me another." "Manchester deserve more than a draw." "Out for Eastwich..." "Fucking prick!" "Mate, don't worry, it's ok." "What's ok, did you see it?" "What a moron." "Are you cold?" "No." "Why did I say I'm not cold?" "What a stupid question." "Of course he's cold." "Thousands of plans." "Thousands of beautiful plans, and all ruined." "Fuck, I tried to pull Naomi Campbell." "I can't believe this." "The bum and Naomi." "Good name for a film." "The bum and Naomi." "Scene One: 60-year-old Braca lives with 100-year-old parents" "Cut." "They're eating through straws." "On the TV, Brad Pitt getting on Oscar." "Out runs crying lris." "They kiss while I break down." "The Oscar in her hands." "Big." "Cut to a chainsaw." "Cut." "Braca advances on his helpless parents with the chainsaw." "Music climaxes." "What am I saying?" "Thousands of uncontrolled thoughts." "Fuck, I'm having a nervous breakdown." "No more time, no more time for anything." "Fuck me if I'm ever going to a bookies again." "It's futile." "The midfield was completely subdued, lacking in attack, lacking in defence." "Fortune has turned her back." "Young Zoran Paunovic is the one bright side." "Hi Gangula!" "Hey people, what's up?" "Who's playing?" "Fuck off!" "Ok, Zivac." "...you can't do it like that in the home of the ladybird, underthe flag of Gordi Albion." "As the Brits say:" "God Save Kangaroo, god save the queen from this football." "Hey shut the door, or I'll break both your legs and arms." "Dragan!" "Gangula, mate!" "How's it going, man?" "Good, Where's Cile?" "Don't know, mate, he was here." "Where is he?" "Oh, come on Dragan." "Where's Cile, my little ones?" "Mate, this is tight." "ls anything ever going to happen?" "Go get some beer, something might happen to you on the way." "Got any cash?" "Banjaluka will put it on the tab." "Why me?" "He'll run a tab for you too" "Mate, I have to fix the aerial. -"You're listening to B92..."" "Oh, yeah." "Hello?" "What's going on?" "This is seriously good weed." "Let's get some beer, this is making me thirsty." "Braca's bird, guys!" "Silence." "Thanks." "Gangula, mate." "Give me a juice." "Coming up." "Gangula, champ." "We're watching Kangaroo, the match, Gangula." "One minute to go." "Shut up." "You can see there's a crisis in the" "Middle East." "Fuck you." "I have to go." "Where are you going?" "To get some juice." "Not you." "Where's Cile?" "I don't know, Dragan, I swear." "Gangula, please, just one minute." "Are you nuts?" "Why don't you let us watch the game." "Do you hear me?" "Madam, leave the premises." "Me leave the premises?" "No." "Aunt Rada." "Leave me alone." "Gangula, mate, it's ok." "This is Kangaroo's mum." "Somi, mate." "What is this?" "Come here." "Don't make me come after you, gypsy." "Hear me?" "Somi, mate, two-one!" "The skies have opened." "Belgrade has erupted." "This is crazy!" "How you doing, Cikotic!" "Gangula, kill me, fuck me, do what you want." "The end!" "Mr Smith blows the final whistle." "Moments to savour on the most beautiful pages of footballing history." "Come on Gangula, hit me!" "Rejoice young Zoran Paunovic Kangaroo, the new star of the footballing firmament, the new god between the posts." "The homegrown Serbian son, Prince of the Danube and Sava." "There's only one Mrs Rada!" "Fuck, this is for my late father, my mum, and Ljubica!" "A lake and a crate, and a crate and lake, and life is..." "So, it's eitherthe betting slip orthe 500 euros." "And I took the cash." "What have you done?" "A miracle." "A miracle needs to happen for me to pull her." "Banjaluka doesn't work Sunday evenings so we went to this guy who never runs a tab." "But he did tonight." "What's up?" "I saw a flying saucer." "Where is it?" "lt flew off." "Cool." "What a trip!" "Do you hear what I'm saying?" "I saw a flying saucer!" "ls this weed working for you?" "Hey Avaks, how come you always see everything?" "You saw when" "Prasak was killed, when Mad Zeks jumped out the window, when Duje grabbed the chemist teacher's arse, when" "Banjaluka's Mercedes caught fire." "When Mira gave Gangula a blowjob in his car." "How come you always see, and we don't?" "Mate, that's your problem." "What did it look like?" "lt was blue, and when it turned it disappeared." "No shit?" "Fuck you." "Mate, do you know how big Belgrade is?" "And only you saw a flying saucer." "Does that tell you anything?" "Yeah." "What?" "That I've seen a fucking flying saucer." "Why are you lying?" "You're bloody blind." "Old man, did you see it too?" "Of course!" "What did you see?" "A secret, a military secret." "Old man, you want a beer, mate?" "Sure, a quick one." "It's ok." "Let it go." "You're really not angry?" "No mate, it's ok." "Look mate, there's 500 euros." "Get lost, you fucker!" "Mate, I know Avaks sees everything, but he did see it." "We weren't smoking, mate." "We've got another witness." "You don't think he was smoking?" "What do you reckon, was there an alien inside?" "No idea." "The Russians put dogs in the first rockets." "No shit." "I swear." "Why dogs?" "lf something happens, better to fry a dog than a man." "Think there's some cosmic dog inside?" " Maybe." "lmagine the trip!" "Avaks, one more minute and we're rich." "What do you mean?" "You saw a flying saucer, man." "You'll be famous." "And when you're famous, you're rich. lt all comes together." "A strange night in town." "An earthquake, a power-cut, interference." "And now witnesses to an unusual event in the sky." "Yes, that's it." "There it is." "Sreten Zujkic, pensioner." "Listeners, live on our programme is a fellow citizen who witnessed an unusual event in the sky." "Tell us exactly what you saw. -lt was a bluish mass, magma, moving, and then suddenly disappeared." "Where?" "I think it went in the direction of Grocka." "That's great." "Was it a flying saucer?" "What's with 500 million unregistered Chinese, huh?" "Nothing!" "500 million!" "They're digging tunnels, holes, to" "Moscow, Paris, London, Washington." "World globalisation is waging war against the entire planet." "He looks like he's on hard drugs." "And who brought down the Berlin wall?" "Who privatised Slovakia, and where's the hand of Jesus." "I invite all of advanced mankind to understand there is no Third World War, there wasn't even a Second." "Mankind is sleeping." "Hello, Sir?" "Oh forfuck's sake!" "What's wrong?" "What's wrong?" "You're supposed just to confirm you saw a flying saucer." "I did see it." "So why didn't you say?" "I thought I did." "Fuck you, idiot." "You know what, go fuck yourself!" "You deserve globalisation and the hole in the ozone layer." "Go to sleep!" "Hello?" "Well of course they cut us off." "You idiot!" "It's no good." "I don't have the nerves forthis." "I've lost three tonnes of nerves today..." "Why am I tripping?" "She's next to me, she likes me." "Everything's ok." "Now we're going to stop a cab, go to my place, put on Marvin Gaye, and that's that." "Where's my money?" "No!" "I gave it to that bald bloke for bloody brandy." "Baldy's ruined my life." "Do you need money?" "No." "I don't sell out for money!" "I'm an artist, I don't give a fuck about money." "And I don't give a fuck about yourfucking fashion, your stylists, lifting and peeling." "I don't give a shit about your diets, your books or your looks, back-stagers!" "I'm sick of fashion and your shit about fashion." "And I'm sick of the bloody TV programmes, stupid presenters talking shit about fashion and some projects all day." "I'm sick of those projects." "I don't care where you've been and where you'll have your next show, I don't care about who takes care of your look." "I'm not going to suck up to some idiot for money." "You models can fuck yourselves." "Fu-ck your-selves!" "I can't believe what I said." "Sorry, I don't knowwhat to say." "You don't need to say anything else to me." "Hey, Tarzan, you getting in?" "No, he's not." "Sladjanaaa!" "Thanks for coming." "No problem I came because of work." "I know." "You knowthat 50 euros I owe you, I'll have it by the end of the week, in principle, definitely, in principle." "You're fucking me!" "Not only am I working overtime, I'm working in the middle of nowhere." "Excuse me, are you from the centre?" "Get lost, Bighead." "Let's do the sound check." "What's your problem?" "Just three sentences, mate." "Just what you saw." "You'll be the first Serb to see a flying saucer." "You'll be celebrated!" "Viewers, here we are in..." "I don't want to be famous." "How come?" "Sumpor, give me that bird's number, please." "Fine, I will." "Go away." "Everyone wants to be famous!" "I don't." "Ok, you don't want to be famous." "But you want the cash!" "Yeah." "Well there's no cash without fame." "They come together." "What about Banjaluka." "Yes, but he squeezes minced meat all day and stinks of charcoal." "Do you want to stink of charcoal?" "I don't want that either." "Viewers, we're in a Vozdovac tower block..." "Sasa, is it ready?" "Just a minute, Makili." "Excuse me, how big is this?" "Hey, Makili, get rid of this thickhead, I'm going to punch him." "Lad, please don't." "Alright, what's yourfucking problem?" "Understand mate, I won't..." "What won't you, what?" "Embarrass myself." "What embarrassment, mate?" "To earn some cash, become popular." "We'll earn fuck all!" "Someone, I don't know who orwhy, doesn't want it to be known that flying saucers exist." "They tell the stupid people that they're all flashes, weather balloons, or some shit." "But they can't lie to me, I know what I saw." "You're bloody crazy!" "Mate, do they pay your social?" "Shall we, mate?" "We shall!" "Mate, come here." "Mate, are you going to give a statement?" "About what?" "About my dick!" "About the flying saucer, fool." "And Avaks?" "Yes or no?" "I didn't see anything!" "The heat's a killer, huh?" "Killer, mate." "Hey, Braca, did you get laid?" "Did you win any money?" "Kind of, mate, yes and no." "We're fucked, mate, fucked." "You know that feeling when..." "I'm going home." "Mum's made some pie." "What you doing later?" "Dunno, maybe hanging myself." "Come to the roof later." "That bird's really fucked him." "What I'd give to be fucked up by some bird." "Viewers, here we are in a Vozdovac tower block, with a magnificent view over a sun-drenched Belgrade, of course, when it's not night." "With us is our young fellow citizen" "Aleksandar Kovacevic." "Sumpor, mate, Sumpor." "Sasa, what exactly did you see?" "It's still difficult for me to..." "It really was amazing." "This is a great day for mankind." "The physicists, astronomers and philosophers are wrong." "There is life beyond earth." "I saw a flying saucer." "We were sitting here smoking dope, err.." "Dunhill." "Where exactly?" "I was sitting here." "At one moment I glanced at the sky and saw a bluish light, like some magma. lt turned around like this, and suddenly disappeared." "Hey bighead, don't stand on my cables." "What, you pussy!" "You came here to show off in my neighbourhood!" "Don't mate." "He thinks he's some big shot if he works on TV." "If you don't like it here, why did you come?" "To show off?" "Why you fucking me, mate?" "Well fuck you too, Sumpor!" "They're insulting our neighbourhood, and you're talking shit, patronizing." "I'll shit on yourflying saucers." "You know what, you can't work with peasants." "Shall we?" "We shall." "So, that shining bluish object, shining in the sky, like some lunar-park in the sky, and weird sounds, like some heavenly symphony." "So they're intelligent beings." "They're well ahead of us." "They were trying to tell us something with those audio-visual vibrations." "What?" "That we're here, and they're there, so why not offer the hand of friendship." "Pack up the equipment." "Why?" "I mean, I saw it, really." "We interrupt the music for a news flash." "We're getting calls from listeners around Kosmaj." "They say that an unidentified flying object has appeared above Sopot, but we can't contact our reporter..." "Don't say we're going to" "Kosmaj now." "Give me that cable." "Hey, Sumpor, you promised me that girl's number." "You know what, that..." "Ciuvavaaaaaa" "Sladjanaaa" "Fuck me, is this Sladjana ever going to respond?" "Get in touch Sladja!" "...the latest information." "The army has blocked the route to Kosmaj." "Our reporter Radovan is at the scene, at the heart of the Kosmaj mountain..." "I guess you didn't get any money?" "We don't need much money." "All we need is beer and fags." "To take out a bird." "You don't have a bird, fool." "I don't have a bird, but my blood pressure's normal." "120 over 80." "I sit on the roof with my mates and don't give a fuck about anything!" "Cheers!" "Avaks saw a flying saucer." "What did you see?" "A flying saucer." "Are you shitting us?" "No." "When, mate, where?" "You guys actually pissed on me today from up here." "We got beer, but not fags." "This is from my mum." "Eat up, what's wrong with you?" "Pie." "Fuck, I was thinking, mates from the neighbourhood, we know each other ourwhole lives, but what do you know about me, huh?" "Chill out, mate." "Have a beer." "Sure, that'll do." "Sladjanaaa!" "There is no Sladjana!" "So stop calling her!" "Did you escort yourfriends out?" "Fuck you!" "Did Makili say hi to me?" "Leave my pressure cuff alone!" "What happened?" "Is it my fault?" "Did I screw up?" "No, mate." "I screwed up." "And it hurts." "Hey, mate, Avaks saw a flying saucer." "I mean, seriously." "Sladjana!" "Iris!" "Try with this, she'll hear you better." "Hello." "How did you know it was me?" "No, I'm not cold, I got dressed." "I wanted to ask, do" "You want to go to the cinema with me tonight?" "No, another..." "Good luck, mate." "Branka!" "Ljubica!" "Marija!" "Tanja!" "Dusan!" "I knew you were queer?" "I'm not, why?" "Well, who's the Dusan guy?" "A friend from nursery." "I really liked him." "And then he moved away." "And we haven't seen each other since." "You idiot!" "Why mate?" "Doesn't matter." "Here's to you." "Subtitles converted by PicNiK"