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Your passport. Thank you. If you could sign here for me, please.
It's room 210, up the stairs. -Thank you.
You're welcome. Enjoy your stay.
Do you have a reservation? -Yes, for Waalburg.
Then they also asked me to speak at the conference.
I said: You know I'm at the office until 5. Ridiculous.
It wouldn't have worked anyway.
Driving to Utrecht and back, any idea how long that takes? It's terrible.
But, oh well. It's funny. I've got this new trainee, Chris.
Astrid had a great idea for fooling him. Boy, did he fall for it.
Suddenly, Astrid screamed: Quick, hide under the desk.
So Chris got on the floor, flat on his stomach.
The poor guy.
Fred, why did you take that old, dirty suitcase?
I didn't buy a new one for nothing. When I retire, we'll travel a lot more.
I didn't get a blue one, I know you don't like blue.
They only had moss-green. A dreadful colour for this season.
I'll go freshen up, okay? -Yes, all right.
Meriyem...
Do you still want to go out? -Yes. Don't you?
Of course.
Now? -Yes. I'm rather hungry.
I'll take a shower first.
I have to tell you something.
I don't love you any more.
I've never loved you.
I can't do this any more.
All these fights.
I'm ready.
I don't know how to say this, but...
this weekend wasn't a good idea.
I want a divorce.
Fred, what is it you want?
I can't do this any more.
You keep making these weird remarks.
Weird remarks? I'm making weird remarks?
Who do you think you are?
Look at the dump we're in.
You can't even book a decent room.
Just look at you. You pathetic little man.
With those measly little arms of yours.
Fred Buwalda, Dutch arm-wrestling champion 1988.
I don't think so, you limp ***.
Actually...
You know what?
I've wanted to leave you for years. Years.
But I can't. What would my family think, or our friends?
Loser. Do you think this marriage has made me happy for one second?
We are not getting divorced. Never, never, never...
Go on, do it.
Coward.