Lui Labas, where are you going with your life, where are you steering this vehicle, you haven’t thought things through, you’re not in Zagreb anymore.... you don’t have a clue? Are you on drugs?
Delta Romeo Unicorn –
No, no, I got it, of course I’m not on drugs.
Well, you sure act like you are. The world isn’t arranged to suit your little whims, Lui Labas, you have to start taking things seriously. You have to start facing reality.
I am serious. I’m dead serious. I look people in the eye. I tell them straight when I don’t like something. I’ve been serious since I was five, my friend. Five. I was going to be a tennis star – Bjorn Borg, James McEnroe – nothing could stop me, I played like my life depended on it. Me and the wall. Grit and determination. Sweat on my brow. All of that. I am serious. I’m too serious. That’s my problem.
It’s John. It’s John McEnroe. Common, Lui. And what about Goni?
Yeah, what about her?
You should get married. You can’t keep roaming around like a gypsy. Buy a house, get settled, have some kids? You’re great with kids.
How do you know? Man, who the hell are you?
My name is Louis.
Well Louis, if you don’t mind, fuck off!
Foxtrot Unicorn Charlie …