LIESBETH DE KRUIJF: He-ey.
JEFFREY VON TRIER: Look at that. It’s a Liesbeth. Check it out, what I got ya.
LIESBETH: Oh. No, sorry, I don’t drink.
JEFFREY: What do you mean, you don’t drink?
LIESBETH: I’m sorry.
JEFFREY: Don’t you get thirsty?
JEFFREY: Can I get you anything else?
JEFFREY: What you gonna do with that? Thought you didn’t drink. Kidding. Lighten up. Well, so uh… that uh, that thing? You were gonna do? How’d it go?
LIESBETH: Pretty good, I guess. I mean… It was a bit heavy.
JEFFREY: Did he cry?
LIESBETH: He didn’t cry.
JEFFREY: That’s too bad.
LIESBETH: At least, not while I was there. He was just… einh.
JEFFREY: That’s something, anyway.
LIESBETH: Well, in any case, it’s over now.
JEFFREY: Over now. Well, then. Good for you. Guy was a dick and you’re too good for him. Cheers. Now to find someone who won’t go astray. Am I right? What’s wrong?
LIESBETH: No, sorry, it’s nothing, it’s just that term, “go astray”. I just get… Who does that? It just doesn’t make sense!
JEFFREY: What sense would it make?
LIESBETH: He’s just not like that! And her? He barely even knows her!
JEFFREY: Didn’t they date? A year or two ago?
LIESBETH: Yeah, for like five seconds, that doesn’t count! But they didn’t–that’s not even–
JEFFREY: Listen. People are machines that lie. I’m just saying. If I was you… A guy can go on for years, doing whatever, without ever thinking of anyone but himself, without anyone else even knowing about it. Happens all the time.
LIESBETH: Then there was that note.
JEFFREY: That note.
LIESBETH: You saw it.
JEFFREY: I saw it.
LIESBETH: That note. God! I can’t stand it! What are you drinking?
JEFFREY: This? Acts like beer, tastes like nectar of the Gods. Ambrosia.
LIESBETH: May I?
JEFFREY: Thought you didn’t drink?
LIESBETH: Tastes like juice. Soda, but just… I dunno, softer.
JEFFREY: Ambrosia. I’m telling you.
LIESBETH: You and your ambrosia, man.
JEFFREY: It’s beer. I promise. What do you think? … Wow, you can drink!
LIESBETH: I gotta get rid of him!
JEFFREY: Out of your system? Flush him out?
LIESBETH: Yup. And you? Your system need any… flushing?
JEFFREY: I might have a few… bugs in my system.
LIESBETH: Is that why you drink?
JEFFREY: I drink ‘cause I drink. My system? For that, I need something else.
LIESBETH: Something else? A girl, maybe?
JEFFREY: Why, Liesbeth… Are you trying to seduce me?
LIESBETH: You’re the one driving me to drink.
JEFFREY: What, beer? That’s nothing. Not gonna get you drunk.
LIESBETH: You sure? I’m starting to feel it…
JEFFREY: Or maybe you’re starting to feel something else.
LIESBETH: Now I’m the one going astray.
JEFFREY: Thought you broke up with him.
LIESBETH: Not talking about him. Aren’t you kind of a stray?
JEFFREY: Is that what you think of me?
LIESBETH: Not allowed to think, I’m drunk. Couldn’t we… go astray?
JEFFREY: Why do you want that?
LIESBETH: Don’t you want that?
JEFFREY: It’s not about that. Why do you want that? Is it about him? Or is it about me? What do you want?
LIESBETH: No, you’re right. You’re right, it’s not about you, it’s just to…
JEFFREY: Get him out of your system?
LIESBETH: Exactly. Yeah.
JEFFREY: Good. All right, then. Come along.
LIESBETH: Where are we going?