Just Something Nice (Einfach mal was Schönes)

But...

you always know when you...

Oh, well...

You asked me if it was safe, and I said no,

and then you said it didn't matter, "No risk, no fun."

But, do you want a baby now, or what?

Well...

I'm 36 now, and we've been together for nearly three years.

And we said that we could imagine it one day together.

Yes, could be, but that was a while ago.

Fuck! Karla, shit! What do you want from me?

-Sorry. -I don't mean to pressure you.

It's... It's...

-It's all a bit quick for me. -Yes. I understand. It is.

-It is a surprise. -Yes.

Right, so...

If it's too much for you, then...

We can just wait.

Okay.

-Okay. -Okay.

Cool!

Cool.

Great.

-Merry Christmas. -To you, too.

Ms. Matschke?

I MISS YOU. I HAVE TIME TOMORROW. WHEN WILL WE MEET?

Stop it.

That's enough. Stop it!

JUST SOMETHING NICE

TWO YEARS LATER

Oh God, this is shit.

Where's he gone?

Hello?

Oh God!

Okay...

Go! Go! Go! Come on.

Karla. A bit more.

Try your hardest.

Try your hardest!

-Hey, that was great! -Oh God! Oh God!

-I'm so sorry. Dumb idea of mine. -No!

Sorry. I just thought it would be different for a first date.

-Shall we stop? -No! No.

I think it's great! Isn't it?

-You sure? -Yes!

Okay! Then on we go.

-There's only one more obstacle. -Okay.

And it is...

-What? -Oh, nothing.

Come on, tell me. What is it?

Excuse me. Sorry, it was...

-It was just the adrenalin. -From the goddamn slide.

-What? -I don't know.

I...

I just thought for a moment...

could we maybe do this again tomorrow?

We could leave out the other stuff. It was really nice.

-Yes, that sounds good. -Yeah?

Keep quiet for a moment?

Hi, honey.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. I said I'd be home at 8:30.

Red?

Yes, I'll take a look. I don't know yet. See you soon.

What's wrong with you?

Hello, you aliens out there. Welcome to a new edition of Space Shuttle,

the last show of its kind.

I'm Karla. Today was no different, now luckily it's night-time.

Zero hundred hours and five, five minutes past 12.

Hey!

Ultravox on a harmonica? Isn't that too mellow, gloomy, overdramatic?

I think it was a very special moment,

that made our ten listeners happy.

Ten! You're optimistic, now you're 40!

I'm 39, you pussy.

-Yeah, man. Thorsten was a letdown. -Surprise!

I just attract idiots. Seriously.

Well, Harald with the anal problem, he was nice.

Or the lateral thinker. He made me laugh.

And who was the anti-earrings guy who you kept secret?

You act like it's always me! I can't help it if they're all assholes.

Well, you do always put your self in the coat check when a guy appears.

Thanks. That really helped. Thanks.

Happy birthday.

-What are you doing? -This is my period towel.

My tampon is full and I don't want to miss the moment.

Where did you get this? It was sold out.

True love, baby.

-Can't we just have children? -No. I don't feel pressured.

It's good like this. And don't look at me like that.

You can do that on your own with some dick or other.

-Mom, what are you doing here? -Oh Karla, the key doesn't work!

-It's for emergencies. -Of course.

But I was in the area and thought we could bake together.

We'll make the cherry cake you love. I wasn't invited to your birthday party.

I didn't celebrate.

You can do that tomorrow.

Is that the dress?

That you'll wear?

That you and your sisters will wear for your father?

For his wedding with his new wife?

-Yes, Johanna chose it. -Nice.

Pretty dress.

I'm sure it will be lovely.

I look like a sausage in a cardigan in it.

You don't need to apologize, Karla. It just hurts me.

If I have a birthday party, no one comes,

but when your father marries a new wife, you dress up and act like it's nothing.

Is there any left?

Yes.

Will you toast with me?

But...

No, Mom, I'm not annoyed that you stayed the night.

I didn't run away. I didn't get much done this morning, and the wedding is today.

Of course I know today isn't easy for you. Look, I made you breakfast.

Stay as long as you want, okay?

Shit! Mom... Okay, I'll call right back, okay?

Fuck!

Shit! Shit!

Oh no! Fuck!

Karla! Isn't this wonderful?

Say, are you here on your own?

-Look at your little sister. -Leave her alone!

Don't worry! You'll find the right one. You're so pretty.

Jule has such lovely children.

Henry, not on the cross.

It's good that she does what she wants.

Who really believes in romance these days?

What about you? It's too late now really.

-Isn't it? -What do you look like?

Where's your dress? Pete's doing the photo.

-Who's Pete? -A top photographer.

-We have to give Dad a gift. -A bit over the top, isn't it?

-Don't worry, I did your bit. -Happy birthday.

-It was yesterday. - I know. Retrospectively.

Let's get this over with. I look like a clown.

Come on. Us three together again... It'll be fun.

-What do we have to do? -On three.

One, two, three.

-Karla. -Dad.

Hello.

-What happened to your dress? -What dress?

-Well, your dress! -I don't have a dress.

Do you need money?

No.

Yes.

Yes, then...

Then... Are you okay?

Yes. Well...

-I'm never going to a wedding alone again. -Ah! Look!

Here comes Felix.

Gosh, she's pregnant... the girl.

Okay, Karla, what is it now?

Why her and not me?

Why does it work for everyone else?

And I keep going on all those dates.

And...

always hope that he's the fucking one.

There's only ever...

disappointment.

I can't go on.

Yes, I get it, life sucks, but come out and stop crying, okay?

Where are you both? The wedding is starting.

I've waited a decade

for the life of our hopes and dreams to begin, and it never does!

And now Felix is outside, not with me, but with that pregnant slut.

Which Felix?

-He strung me along for three years! -Oh, him.

I don't get it, Karla, if you really want that,

maybe you shouldn't wear sweatpants to a wedding.

Oh, it's starting.

Oh fuck!

-Do you have to? Anyone got 50 cents? -What for?

I told the guy outside we'd pay.

-I don't have any change. Do you? -No.

-You never have any. -Yes, why not?

I'm not engaged to a super-rich national league star.

How many times?

I'm not an IT girl, I'm an IT expert.

I earn a lot, more than you on your dumb night show.

Oh, stop this.

Are you nauseous? Are you pregnant again?

I'd like to see you two with kids, seriously.

Do I look okay now?

-Sorry. -Just keep going. One moment...

-What's up? -I can't go in like this.

Pull yourself together!

Wow, Sandy.

You look great. Beautiful.

What? What does she look like? Where's her dress?

She's going through a difficult phase.

-Oh God! Sorry. -Just ignore us.

-I wish! -You're so beautiful.

Sorry. You're beautiful.

We're having a totally romantic wedding

in a castle, we viewed so many venues.

Can you stop that please? Can you help?

-Who do you need to write to now? -Work.

Same again, please.

-Mom, what are you doing here? -What a lame party! I saw that coming!

But we can change that! Two martinis, cutie!