Frida
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:16:01
Get out!
:16:05
Out! Out! Go!
:16:36
It's a limp up three flights
of stairs,

:16:39
I can't afford any furniture,
and it's cold at night.

:16:42
But at least I know who's
fucking who in my own house.

:16:47
Diego's not giving you
any money?

:16:49
I'd rather be poor.
:16:52
She was my sister...
:16:54
not some model.
:16:56
My own sister.
:16:59
To hell with him.
:17:00
To hell with him.
:17:03
Find some work.
Pay your own bills for a while.

:17:06
I'll sell some paintings.
:17:08
Not enough to cover
your bar bill.

:17:12
No, don't get me wrong...
I love your paintings...

:17:15
I'm just not sure you should
count on them for a living.

:17:19
They're tough, you know.
:17:21
I mean, look at this.
:17:24
What the hell is this?
:17:26
It was in the damn papers.
:17:29
A man stabbed his wife
22 times,

:17:32
and when the judge asked him
why he did it,

:17:34
he said, "But it was just
a few small nips."

:17:41
Oh.
:17:43
Mmh.
:17:58
Who's that?

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