And we… We become children. We become children again. At the carnival, we are all equal. For we are newborn.
Doctor: Let’s see… “Name of mother: Anette Hansen, Skien.” ”Name of father: Jarle Klepp, Bergen.”
Jarle: Bloody hell! Fuck! This can’t be right! Jeez, I’ve had sex countless times. I don’t even remember that time! How many kids do I have out there?
Old lady: Hey, are you heading out to the airport as well? I’m picking up my grandchild. Children. The essence of life. Life is meaningless until you have children. Children are such a blessing.
Jarle: Isn’t the world crowded enough? I’m a student. Have no time for kids.
Old lady: Really? How exciting!
Jarle: I’m writing about Proust. Suddenly some loony bitch in Skien decides I’m a father and dumps her brat into my lap. Look.
"I’ve taken care of our daughter for seven years. I need a vacation."
"She’ll arrive in Bergen at 2:45 p.m. on 8 September."
Old lady: That’s today!
Jarle: I know, dammit. Hence the trip. That’s the problem. Her birthday’s on Tuesday.
Old lady: How nice!
Jarle: And her name… It couldn’t be uglier!
Jarle: Now this is where daddy works. The university.
Charlotte Isabel: The university. But what do they do here? Do they make anything?
Jarle: Well, what they do…
Charlotte Isabel: Do they fix stuff?
Jarle: Jeez, you don’t have to nag. They, like…
They think, Charlotte Isabel. They think. Now come here.
Charlotte Isabel: Why do they call her the people’s princess?
Jarle: Because people like her, I guess.
Charlotte Isabel: But are there any princesses people don’t like?
Jarle: Well, that’s a good question.
Herdis: Hey… Last night, yesterday evening, I went out with Robert. Gothenburg. Robert… Has strong feelings for me. And I… I’ve grown very fond of him. I told him about us last night, yesterday evening. And he… Well, I don’t know how to put it. But I think I want to be with him. You’ve been awesome, really. You’re so… Jarle, you’re so sweet. So intense and…
Jarle: Stop it.
Charlotte Isabel: Walk like this, daddy! Walk like this! Daddy says you’re his girlfriend. Are you?
Jarle: You’re just a feminist slut!
Jarle: Once upon a time… Once upon a time, there was a princess who didn’t want to be a princess. One day she was out riding her horse on the plains. She fell off the horse and died.
Charlotte Isabel: But daddy…
Jarle: I know. Just listen. Because… So there was a funeral. But then… In the middle of the night. There was nobody left in the church. Suddenly there was a sound.
Charlotte Isabel: A sound?
Jarle: A creaking sound. The coffin lid opened. The princess crawled out. She ran out into the forest - and was free. She didn’t want to be a princess any more. So she’d just faked her own death, like. Good night.
Charlotte Isabel: But daddy, I didn’t like that she didn’t want to be a princess.
Jarle: You’ll discover that you won’t like a lot of things about life.