– What are you doing? Keep driving!
– End of the road. If you have another bill,
I’ll keep going. Asshole! – You always meet again. Wait and see.
– Ludo, let’s go. Fag! We need a doctor! And I need the health card
and your son’s name. Can’t you see the dart in his head? – His name!
– Who the hell cares! Not in that tone. Can you pay the processing fee? Get your fat ass moving
and find a doctor! Or I’ll sue you all
after I smack you in the mouth! The dart is lodged in the skull, but hasn’t penetrated the bone. The skull lining is intact. Now I’ll pull out the dart. It’ll hurt a little, but Indians are brave. It’ll just sting a little. Just don’t look at it. Look at me. Lollo! Look me in the eye. Tell me, what’s that bunny you like called? – Felix.
– Felix, right. – And what does he have on his back?
– A backpack. Exactly. That was it. We’ll clean it up a bit,
and then give you a tetanus shot. What? Mom! – I didn’t even cry.
– Great! A real champion. That’s real important when you have
a rusty dart in your head. Why not leave them in the sandbox
next time? Raises your chances. If you keep your eye on the kids
as you did today, you’ll really help! Then lock me in the bathroom. – With your head down the toilet!
– Asshole! – Nice to meet you.
– Stop it! It’s okay. We’re here almost weekly. – We both messed up.
– No, you did! You mess everything up.
You left them in the garden. And so it’s all your fault
that your nephew nearly bled to death! What are you gaping at?
No forms to fill out? – Get undressed.