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Hi, everyone. My name is Ulrika Sjödin.
This hotel has the most Norwegian guests of all the hotels here.
Thousands of Norwegians come to stay at Costa del Kongsvik every year.
So our hotel might be called "Little Norway".
You Norwegians relax while we Swedes take care of you. I'm only kidding.
You know what? Patrick is insanely handsome.
It's just like being on a reality show, except I can't get voted off.
Against all odds we have survived five hours in economy class.
It confirmed what I've always assumed: Normal people stink.
This last year I've been really down and wondered when I was going to die.
I'm attending a course about the joy of life.
It's pure hell.
This is just like looking at my ex, Henning.
Like having Henning in the shape of his one good feature.
Private Molteberg and the rest of the troop, reporting for sun duty.
All right, soldiers! Roast beef baguettes tonight!
Salami sandwiches!
-This tiny drop is all we're getting? -It's that simple.
Not now, Mum's busy with a hostile takeover.
I feel some chemistry in the air between me and Patrick.
But it's impossible to dance in a sexy way inside a parrot.
Oh my God! I want to die right now, but we're really enjoying ourselves.
Here I am, sitting alone and excluded.
Feel free to shoot me, but it feels great to be the serpent in paradise.
Grow a pair, and go down and get us a better room-
-so we can save this dying marriage.
Can't we talk about this like adults, Birgitte?
Wait, I just need to...
This will be great. Just enjoy it. It will be legendarily smooth.