— Hey you beast!
— Hey honey! How's it going?
— Are you driving?
— What?
— Shut the window! I can't hear you!
— That better?
— Much better!
— Did you like the horses?
— Everyone went fucking crazy when they brought them here.
— What did you say?
— I said everybody went crazy here, daddy!
— Are you treated badly?
— Come on…
— Do you have friends?
— Just one.
— Is she pretty?
— Dad!
— I'm kidding!
— Joked with Veronica once.
— Oh, shut up!
— Ha—ha!
— What is her name?
— Julia.
— And how's she?
— She is crazy about uniforms
— Hmmm… I like it!
— I can't talk to you!
— I'll shut up!
— No. She's really nice. Young and crazy. She runs around dressed like a Russian guerilla.
— With grenades?
— Ha—ha! She's a fashion designer. But she makes really weird stuff. She crazy about dogs. She can talk about them for days. And she can really ride a horse.
— You mean all at once?
— Dad, stop it!
— I'll shut up!
— She also has a black belt in karate.
— Which she made herself.
— You are absolutely unbearable!
— Sorry…And what about her parents?
— Her father is a big boss in a publishing business and her mother is an actress from Denmark.
— I knew an actress from Denmark once….
— Pa…
— A red headed one.
— Pa!
— And what's her name?
— Asta…or… Hayborg maybe?
— Damn…
— Dad?
— ….
— Dad? Are you all right?
— I'll call you back.