Pink

Good morning. - Morning, Lisa.

Mr. Pferdemenger is waiting for you.

How was your flight? Was it awful in Frankfurt?

If they don't organise a direct flight to Tokyo soon, we'll move to Frankfurt.

With the whole kit and caboodle.

Before you send in this Pferde.. - menger.

Please connect me to Pink.

Will do, boss.

It'd be cheaper if you'd get yourself your own machine.

Pinki dear, where are you?

What are you up to?

I'm back.

Your Carlito.

Do you have a half-size larger? - I think we do. Just a moment, please.

Hey, Georg here... - Damn telephone!

Are you still asleep?

I wanted to go eat with you. - Shut up!

You promised you would call.

And then you were so far away.

What was going on?

But everything is ready for the time that's coming.

You promised you would call.

You are a bad girl.

You are a bad girl.

I hate you today, oh yes, I hate you today.

You are a bad, bad, bad, bad girl.

Hello you 3, I'm in Leipzig tonight.

If you want to see me you'll have to come here.

I'll write until I'm dead.

Excuse me!

Aren't you Pink, the wild punk poetess?

People often mix us up.

I saw you on TV, in a talk show. I'm sure of it.

Would you give me an autograph? My name is Rainer.

Piss off!

I adore you. I've read every single one of your poems.

You'd make me the happiest man alive.

Get lost, or I'll shoot you.

I'm counting to 3 and then I'm taking my gun out of my bag.

1...

Weapons are forbidden in Germany! - But I have a license.

2, 2?..

May I help you?

How many red roses do you have?

Maybe 30, 40. What's happening today? Everyone wants red roses.

I'll take them all...

and 3 are for you!

Thank you.

It was sold out a week ago.

Pink, you'll see, it will be fantastic!

Franz, can you turn on the microphone!

In the morning I awake and am covered in sweat my dreams hurt me...

Ok, it's working.

Last night I dreamt...

I was in my garden...

and pulled an endlessly long root...

out of the earth.

The root was so strange...

and as thick as a fire hose...

and when it was finally out...

there was a big hole...

and I looked into a huge black lake...

under my, under my garden...

May I help you?

I'd like 14 red roses.

Red roses are sold out today. We have some yellow roses.

Here! Wonderful lilies.

I'll take 7 orchids.

The sun sank over the fields.

My love looked at me.

I had no gun.

I was a murderer.

A killer.

For love is murder.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Pink, we are delighted that you are here tonight. Thank you.

You can purchase all of Pink's published poetry in the foyer.

And Pink has agreed to sign each sold copy.

Don't panic, people, you'll all have a chance.

Please line up. This is not a sausage stand.

Could you please write, for Joya?

Could you please write, for Rainer?

How did you manage to get in here? - I didn't.

I waited for the end of the reading.

Who will be the lucky one tonight?

The one with the roses, the one with chrysanthemum or the one with orchids?

It doesn't matter. We all love her. Whatever happens.

I have such an outrageously good feeling in my stomach that tonight I...

I'm sorry you had to wait so long. I'm inviting you all to dinner.

Any idea where we should go? - Out of the question.

I've already booked a table for us all in Heaven's Gate.

First of all, thank you for the flowers.

I know that all three of you love me, and I know that I love all 3 of you.

Normally this isn't possible - and highly immoral.

At least for a woman like me who went to a convent school.

It's well known that they are the wildest ones.

So - I want to tell you something.

I was in a church yesterday for the first time in years and something strange happened.

Whether you believe me or not, God spoke to me.

The voice was suddenly there.

Maybe I just imagined it.

It said, I shouldn't go on living like this.

And then it said, I must decide - for one of you.

Unfortunately it didn't say which one.

And that I should marry the right one!

That's why you have to sleep alone tonight.

Without me.

If you were here, I would kiss your feet every day before they touch the floor. Carlito.

If my Papa could see me, he would be proud of his daughter!

Love = the product of systematic procedure + cold logic.

It's a pity you are dead Papa and can't help me to decide.

You know that I whole-heartedly love you. - That's enough. Don't be so old-fashioned!

Do you want to know my decision? - That would be very nice.

It's you. I will marry you!

It's up to you from now on. You have to make me happy!

Kiss me!

It's lovely to see you again! - But that's not why you're here.

You haven't shown your face for 3 years. Since our wonderful trip through America.

It was wonderful.

That's life, sometimes one just loses track of people.

So?

There's a girl I'm in love with. - You're lovesick?

Excuse me. Tell me!

The sun is shining. The roses are blooming. Red, yellow, blue...

I love you and if you stop loving me I will die. 1000 kisses Carlito.

Susi Bauer, will you take your husband, Carlo Burgmeister, from God's hand...

love him and honour him in good times and bad times, and not leave him...

and keep the holy bond of marriage until death do you part, so answer, yes.

Yes.

Then exchange the marriage rings.

Give one another your right hand.

What God has brought together, let no man rent asunder.

Yes, I have married.

I only want to be happy from now on!

I hope you will be. From the bottom of my heart.

Finally!

You notice anything?

I have bought the best bed in the world.

Not a nail, not a screw, just wood...

and a mattress to lie on as if you were lying on me.

It's smooth and soft and hard in the right places.

Good morning, my wonderful wife! This is now your home.

Enjoy yourself! Carlito. p.s. I love you!!!

3 months later.

Bye!

No desire to be alone!

I'd like to shoot him.

That wouldn't be clever because you'd go to prison.

A prison cell is worse than being married to Carlo!

That's what you think! You have no idea.

We spoke on the phone an hour ago.

Good day, Ms Pink. Have you decided how long you're going to stay?

I didn't have time. I've left my husband and have no idea about the future.

I'm getting a divorce.

It won't work with us.

Don't you dare call me! Pink.

Lovesickness, Burnout Syndrome, World-weariness

Psychotherapeutic Clinic Lilli Berg.

You're super! - It's my job.

Bye.

I'll get a book of your poetry tonight.

You loved your brother and your father very much.

Yes.

I've never been that interested in poetry...

but your poems really knocked me for a loop.

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