Jan

- Paul. What are you doing? - Chip, cut me some slack.

Take the fucking ring!

She's gorgeous.

This is the desperate act of a desperate man.

Who is that?

- Shit. - Are you Victor?

- That's romantic! - You sucked the romance out.

She's... She's my book-keeper.

- It's a rump roast. Come on. - Paul...

Only when faced with losing me do you decide to do this.

- Jan. - Paul.

- "No"? Just like that, "no"? - No.

- It's Paul. - No shit.

So? I didn't like the alternative. That's how one comes to a decision.

- Champagne? It's beautiful. - Thank you.

- Why not? - I can't.

We're taking some time. This screws everything up.

See who's here?

- Look, take this ring. - I got customers, Paul.

So, where are your buddies?

- I really don't think I should. - Do you believe this?

- I wanna give you this. - What is that?

- Gorgeous just the same. - Can we leave?

not what one doesn't want, got it?

Well, not gorgeous like you.