Why Does Herr R. Run Amok? (Warum läuft Herr R. Amok?)

That is funny!

In a bakery a customer asks for bread.

"Black or white?", asks the baker.

"It doesn't matter", says the customer. "It's for a blind man."

A guy wants to buy a horse.

The dealer asks, "you want a white or black horse?"

"It doesn't matter!", he says.

"It must be long enough, there's eight of us."

I know one, too. An elephant meets a mouse.

Elephant says to the mouse, "You're a little runt."

"Yes I am", says the mouse, "I've been ill for 3 weeks."

"Is it still far to America, Mummy?"

"Shut up, my boy, and keep swimming!"

A man murders his wife.

Her eyes pop out of her head.

Then he says to her: "Can't believe your eyes, eh?"

-Don't you think it was funny? -Yes, a little.

Why does Herr R. Run Amok?

I had an accident.

Yes, I saw it.

So silly! She drove into me from the front.

How'd you mean? Front the front?

She braked like a madwoman for no reason at all.

But it was really not my fault. I couldn't help it.

-Was someone else with you? -No. I was alone.

-Are you sure? -I was not, please!

I admit I was partly to blame the last time.

She braked too abruptly.

Now you're getting nervous.

Yes. It won't cost more than 20 or 30 Marks.

-No. -More?

About 90 Marks and 30. Or close to that.

-What? So expensive? -Yes. And without the labor.

You can do it, can't you?

-Yes! In the weekend. -Yes, maybe.

Are you angry?

-Hanna is visiting us. -Which Hanna?

I told you about her, she's from my school.

Your classmate.

She's waiting for us at the apartment.

What are you going to do?

Go for a walk, I suppose.

She doesn't know Munich very well

I feel like buying a skirt.

You can do it.

But I'm not going with you.

-Why not? -I'll stay home.

-Why? -I'm a little overworked.

Did you have a hard day? What went wrong?

-Having trouble? -Well...

Was it your fault?

No. Just the general atmosphere in the firm.

You mean too much work?

I cannot describe it. It's not the job, just cetrain things.

There's a promotion coming up again or something else?

I'm not going to any of those parties anymore.

-Why not? -Because they make me sick.

Everybody sits there... Those matrons!

Then, they start showing photos of their kids...

...so that you can see that they have something.

When did you last go?

Last Christmas.

What do you have against them, Hanna?

Nothing! It just bores me a little.

You mean, we are also like them?

No. I don't believe it.

We lead a very regular life.

But I don't think we are a stuffy middle class. Are we?

I don't think so. But I don't know the word for the opposite.

I find it a peculiar conversation!

Think so?

You see, Hanna, you're free.

You can say what you like, you can dress as you like.

I think your hairdo is pretty, but...

-Really? -Yes, but it is...

A bit too much, maybe?

Yes. For example, my wife couldn't run around like that.

We have certain obligations.

We're friendly with my boss.

You don't understand. Or, rather, you don't want to understand.

I understand you perfectly. Only...

I think you hairdo is cute.

-...the question to... -It wouldn't work.

...change my hair never came up. You can't run around like that.

What do you mean run around like this?

I like it. It might be worth for her who is probably independent.

It's unimportant to talk about us. I'd like to know what you're doing.

-I was waiting for that. -Naturally, I'm interested.

-What am I doing? -What?

Nothing!

Not bad at all! And then?

I do... whatever I like.

That's even better.

Apart from that I don't know what to do.

If you can afford to...

Of course! Otherwise...

A little more independent.

He's now getting aggressive.

-I don't know him anymore. -I can't imagine anyone...

-There's some dirt on your lapel. -Where?

On the left.

Here? I don't see anything. It's not so bad.

I don't understand how anyone can say:

"Apart from that I don't know what to do."

-You must, somehow. -The joke's over now.

Joke? Perhaps, I can find anything funny, you're right.

Why are you so aggressive?

I'm not aggressive.

I reply to what I'm hearing.

I'd like a record.

I heard it on the radio. But I've forgotten the title.

I remember...

...I remember it's got a long prelude full of feeling.

As for the lyrics...

...It's a young man who's singing about his girl, who's left him.

He says we shouldn't tell lies.

Then in the middle it's just instrumental.

The chorus keeps coming in all the time.

Have you any idea what it could be?

It was on the radio...

...last Sunday evening. It was the...

The hit parade.

I think that's what it's called.

My wife and I really like that song.

I'd like to buy it to please her.

Was it a male or female singer?

Male, I suppose. It's so hard to tell the difference.

Is it a funny song?

No, it's a very sad song.

Sung with lots of feeling.

The singer sighs quite a lot. Sometimes his voice changes.

You know who it could be? Could you show me something?

If you want to look here! One of Heintje's songs?

No. I'm sure it wasn't him.

The lyrics was in a foreign language, wasn't it?

It was in Italian. No, it's not that.

How about Freddy?

No, it wasn't Freddy.

It wasn't Freddy. My wife would have recognized him.

Here's a hit that was on the Hit Parade show.

Maybe this could be the one. Could you play it for me?

No, it's not that. There wasn't so much verve to it.

The melody I'm talking about is very slow.

It's a sort of tender music.

When I got to know my wife...

...it was this hold-me-tight sort of dancing. This one's similar.

It's like a slow Fox-Trot.

Could you sing it?

Sing it? Just a moment.

Maye the beginning.

Then comes the lyrics?

Yes, it comes after.

Any idea what it might be?

There's a drum solo.

Roberto Blanco?

-It is a German song. -Yes, it is a German song.

Does it have a beat, or not?

Yes, but not that much.

Maybe it's this new one. I'll put it on.

Yes, that's the one.

Nut you left out the beginning.

I'll play it from the top.

Yes, yes, that's it!

You remember the party we went to at Freddy's.

-Where we left? -Yes.

I didn't like to be there.

Don't you like to remember?

I believe you.

That would suit Christian.

There is no Christian. His name's Christopher.

Why do you get mixed up? There is no Christian.

-Are there two? -No. Christopher is his name.

Oh, that was Christopher ages ago.

-What do you mean by that? -The tall one?

-Excuse me? -It was the tall one.

It used to be Christopher ages ago, not at present.

I thought it used to be Christian.

You've been getting them mixed up ever since we met.

That tall, thin fellow was called Christopher.

Yes. And please forget about him.

Why did you buy this record for me?

You did buy it for me, didn't you?

-I like that record. -So do I!

You remember the first time?

When we went dancing? The two of us? Remember?

-We went dancing often. -I mean the very first time.

I remember very well.

It was the first time we ever went dancing.

There were 10 or 14 people together.

Towards the end of the evening...

...I said to you...

..."I'm coming home with you."

-You remember? -Yes.

-In front of your house. -But you didn't come in.

You said your landlady didn't allow you to have visitors.

And you didn't come in.

But I was very annoyed then.

But not anymore!

I remember it very well.

We had kissed so mich!