Dag

MIDDLE EAST

What you're practicing, is emotional illiteracy.

You're completely unable to read each other.

You're only nice to others when the kids are around. Everything else is logistics.

You've become everything you promised not to become -

when you fell in love.

If you die tomorrow, you die dutifully and miserably.

If you want to waste more money here, make an appointment on your way out.

When the bottle was empty, he became nostalgic and longed for the time when it was full.

In other words, we haven't been together in a while.

We were, for 4 years, but I ruined it by sleeping around.

With the same one. Several times.

But now some time has passed, -

- and I've had sex with others after the breakup as well.

What we need, is really just to find a way to make this work.

So you want me to help you?

Daring to trust and surrender and be open to someone you love -

works best if you're with someone.

Do you want me to help you?

"I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day of my life."

Do you know who said that?

Custer.

You're Indians. Cheyennes.

I'm George Armstrong Custer, and this is my Little Big Horn.

I stand alone, and you attack in waves of thousands.

I'm responsible for the biggest military blunder -

the world has ever seen.

I am the World Trade Center, and you're incoming planes, a never-ending stream.

I'm a disaster!

Get out of here, dogs.

Dag? Are you all right?

What does it look like?

So what's the problem?

- Buffalo Calf Road Woman. - Yada-yada-yada.

The woman who killed Custer.

- Yes. - Dag?

- Yes. - Shit, this is sick.

- This is not good. - You may have a point.

- I was just going for a beer. - Aren't you vacationing with Mia?

She gets so anxious before we go anywhere, she can't sleep.

When we got to Egypt, she gave out after dinner.

She went to bed. I went to the hotel bar for a beer.

It was incredibly enticing. Like a striptease in reverse.

Really sexy to guess what her neck looked like.

My room was out, but she said we could go to her place.

The problem was that she didn't say where she lived.

I woke up in Libya, Dag. I'm in Libya now.

Just the sound of it: Libya. It's sick.

Shit. I'm scared.

She was a bedouin. Direct descendant of Attila the Hun.

They tenderized beef with their asses while riding.

She had a glorious ass. I had no chance.

I gave my all. I might have fucked her to death. In Libya.

Mia is in our room in Egypt. We've got 6 more days.

That's her calling. Hold on.

Hello, baby girl. I just woke up early. Went out for some croissants and a paper.

I didn't want to wake you. You looked so beautiful.

I wanted to serve you breakfast in bed. Love you too.

Great. See you later. Fine. Bye.

- Dag, are you there? - I have to get back to work.

- You're slurring. You're not drunk again? - Worry about your own problems.

I didn't desecrate Gaddafi's girl.

Not to be insensitive, but you've been together your whole life.

There can't be any point in divorcing now.

- I can't go on with this. - You're living in the same nursing home.

What will you do? Put on a flapper dress and do the Charleston -

- and see if you can get lucky between the TV room and the can?

That's exactly it.

What? What exactly is the problem, Hulda?

Oddvar doesn't want to fuck.

We've covered this before. I can't help you there.

Stop talking about dick. Go have some lunch.