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:09:04
I like it that
all the shots face the sea.

:09:13
Now this is really me!
But it"s not really you, is it?

:09:20
Then there"s your parents...
What do you mean? Of course it"s me.

:09:25
- These are all us.
- My parents aren"t coming this year.

:09:31
They"re going to put themselves
in cold storage or something.

:09:38
They"re not going to fill their son"s
hotel with coloured handkerchiefs.

:09:56
What"s that in the road
that looks like strawberry jam?

:10:03
Hush, hush, my dear
it"s Papa, run over by a tram.

:10:11
So you"re magicians.
:10:16
L"m not fond of magic.
:10:22
I think life itself is magic.
:10:58
- For Jan-Erik.
- Thanks.


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