Fucking Åmål (Show Me Love / Fucking Amal) (Fucking Åmål)

my secret wish list: 1. that I won't have to have a party

2. that elin will look at me

3. that elin will fall in love with me

I LOVE ELIN!!!!!!!!!!

What the hell are you doing?!

- I hate you! - Calm down.

- You're a jerk. - You bloody idiot!

What the hell are you doing? I hate you!

- Stop it. What are you doing? - You can ask Elin!

I don't underst... I'm so tired of this!

- I've been working all night. - Sorry. We didn't mean to wake you.

- What am I going to wear now?! - What was it this time?

- She took the last of the chocolate milk. - She took the last of the chocolate milk?

We wish that she'll live to be a hundred years old

Yes, she will live long Yes, she will live long

Yes, she will live to be a hundred years old

Cheers for Agnes on her sixteenth birthday...

- I'll just roll up the blind. - Blow out your candles, dear.

- Good! - Birthday hug.

Happy birthday. Imagine, you're sixteen now.

- Hi. - Hi. Do you live here?

No. I just had to do something here.

- Want a ride? You can take the helmet. - No, I'll walk.

- Are you going to Christian's tonight? - Maybe.

Maybe I'll see you there. Okay... 'bye.

- Was it the right CD? - Yes, thanks.

I listened to it when I was in the shop.

I thought it was... It's actually quite good.

- Have you given out invites? - No, but I will.

You don't have to. I did them in case...

- You did them 'cause Mum told you to. - Yes, I did. But it's your party.

- It's Mum's party. - No, it's your birthday.

It's your party and if you...

If you don't feel like inviting anyone, then...

But I will.

It's not odd when you're new somewhere -

- that it's difficult finding friends in the beginning.

In the beginning? Dad, we've been here for two years.

No. We moved here in June, that's one and a half.

- I will give them out! - But you don't have to. Agnes.

- Here. - Thanks.

- I'm apparently having a party. - You?

- No. - Let's see.

- Stop it. - Oh, I must go...

- Give me my invite! - Please, can't I come too?

- Stop it! - Please...

Jessica. I'm sorry...

I'll never pour chocolate milk on you again.

- Sorry. I'm so stupid. - Yes, you are.

...to page 48. Then we'll have a test -

- and we'll read from chapter six to the end of chapter eight.

Elin, are you asleep?

I can just tell you that...

Escape, disappearance.

- Fuge - No, fugue.

- Bus. - Puss?

Oh... bus...

- I just don't want to. - You got your period?

- You're so bloody irritable. - Not at all!

I just don't want to go to Christian's party.

It's mild weather.

- I want to go to a rave. - To a rave?!

- Or we could mug a pensioner. - You're sick in your mind!

- You're so boring! - We could go to Agnes' party.

- Which Agnes? - Agnes, aren't you having a party?

- Ignore it. - I hate her.

- Everything's so boring. - Just ignore it.

I hate my life!

Agnes.

I'm going to stop breathing.

Hey, Agnes, we'll come to the party!

What're you doing in my room?

- Checking for my ice skates. - Why'd they be here?

Jessica? Fetch my skirt, I can't wear these

Oh, God. I don't know how to have it.

- I'm so beautiful! - My stomach...

- I'm going to be Miss Sweden. - You're too little.

Why? How old do you have to be?

- You're too small, you're too short. - I'm going to be it anyway.

- Shit. Where's my skirt? - What skirt?

My skirt, didn't you bring my skirt?

Elin, are you completely... Are you thinking of going out like that?

No, I was just going to use the mirror and...

Good God...

- That's the way it is. - We can't go out 'cause I wasn't wearing any pants?

You're still too immature to understand you can't go around like that?

- Imagine if it'd been someone else? - Yes, imagine!

Imagine if I'd be embarrassed myself? Get a mirror so we don't go out there.

We had a lovely mirror, but someone broke it.

- You're nagging... - Mum, it was just the lift.

- She wasn't going to go out. - Let this be a lesson.

It doesn't hurt being at home. I don't like you going out to raves...

Mum, it isn't a rave, it's just a normal party.

- It's ELin who goes on about raves. - It's decided.

But, we've never even been to a rave.

You know that raves are out? I read it in a magazine. They were in an "out" list.

Where does it say they're out?

Here, somewhere.

Why must we live in fucking shit and piss Åmål?!

When something's in it takes so long to get here -

- it's out already because we're so fucking behind!

- We can't stay here, we have to move! - I'm working tonight.

You can stay here together and have fun. I bought crips and soft drinks.

- Well done, Elin. Great to be home. - Goodbye.

We'll leave later, she can't check.

- How many did you invite? - A few.

- But I'm not sure they'll... - I'll put everything out.

- Then they can sit where they like. - What's that smell?

- It's roast beef in the oven. - Great! How appropriate!

I thought...

Your daughter's vegetarian and you're serving meat. Fantastic!

But, sweetheart...

I thought we could take a few of these. Look.

Can't we take some of these? Novalukol.

Novalukol Novum.

- You can't swallow them. - "30 lozenges for cases of heartburn".

- But if you take a lot...? - No, it won't work.

There's nothing to drink. What about this?

"Longovital. Herb and vitamin tablets". Drop it, Elin...

- What about Alvidon? - Come on! Nothing'll happen.

Yes... But I want to take some drugs!

- But nothing'll happen. - Yes it will.

- No, no it won't. - Yeah.

- I'll do something else. Fall in love. - I thought you were.

- With who? The Italian? - He wasn't Italian.

He said he was. I always wanted an Italian.

- Where'd he come from? Bosnia? - Something like that.

He wasn't Italian, anyway. Aren't you in love with him anymore?

- No, that was yesterday. - You should think of your reputation.

Stop complaining. You're just the same.

- You've had as many as me. - No I haven't.

- Have. - Haven't.

- No? But you sleep with them. I don't. - Only one.

No one's putting anything in me.

- Fingers maybe... - And that's Markus.

- Ah, Markus... - I only sleep with one...

- I haven't slept with anyone, anyway. - No, but you've necked about 70,000.

- So what? - You know people are talking?

Really? You know what zero times zero is? That's how much I care.

They won't do it when I'm a film star.

They'll just proudly say they knew me -

- went to the same school. "There's their house" and stuff...

Johan, you owe me 100 crowns. Where's your wallet?

You'll get it.

- Give it here. - I see...

- Must have been my brother. - Sure. Johan...

Elin?

- I just think she's nice. - 'Course she's nice, but...

- Know how many she's been with? - No.

Everyone's been with her.

- Not me. - She's not worth having.

- I think she's worth having. - Jesus, you're 17 and she's 14.

That's three years. Jessica is 16.

There's one year between us. Three between you.

- Makes no odds if you like each other. - Shall I talk to her?

I can call and fix it. See if she's going to the party.

Listen, Johan wants to know something about Elin.

Is Elin going to the party?

Johan Hult?

He wants to know if you're going to Christian's. He's in love with you.

- What she say? - That Elin's coming.

- Anything else? - Like... like she was interested.

- She thinks you're good looking. - Jessica said that?

That Elin thinks so? You sure?- Yeah.

Did Jessica say that Elin thinks I'm good looking?

- What'd you say? - I said you thought nothing of him.

- Not as far as I know, anyway. - God this sucks!

"Want a ride?" He'll be after me all night. I'm not going.

- You wanted to fall in love. - Not Johan Hult!

- I think Johan is sweet. - He's at high school and has a moped!

- Yes, but maybe he'd be good for you. - Hardly.

- Can't we go somewhere else? - Where?

I don't know. I'd even rather go to Agnes.

- Agnes?! - Yeah, from 9A. She's having a party.

Are you braindead, or what?

- What if a great guy is there? - At Agnes'?

- Yes, maybe she knows someone really nice. - Sure.

- People from somewhere else. - From where?

Don't be so negative! Säffle, Bengtsfors, Mellerud...

Please...

- Okay, okay... - Thanks!

- I'm hungry. - We'll wait a little while.

- I've waited. When are they coming? - Have a little patience.

Mum, no one's coming.

Here they are.

- Hi. Welcome. - Thanks.

I'll fetch Olof to help you up.

- Can we have food now? - Just wait a while.

Perhaps Robyn's silly, but I think it smells really good.

Let me see. Wow...

She has her own perfume. Have you seen it, Oskar?

- Can we have food now? - Maybe that's a good idea.

- What do you say, dear? - I can't accept this.

- Sorry, but I can't accept this. - What can't you accept?

If this is the best you can do, don't bother.

- Agnes. - Go home and take your perfume.

We're just pretend friends because there's no one else to be with.

Not so? You know the most boring thing I've done?

Going to wheelchair basketball in Karlstad with you.

I don't want to be friends with a palsied cripple -