Anja Stolze:
[wearing a bikini, in a boat, in the lake]
I can't endure this life any longer. My father tells me what to do every minute.
Franz:
[next to her]
Couldn't you go on vacation alone?
Anja Stolze:
Papa of course did not permit that. And until next week, I am still...
Franz:
What are you until next week?
Anja Stolze:
Underage.
Franz:
You don't look like that.
Anja Stolze:
I mean I'm not 21.
Franz:
When do you turn 21?
Anja Stolze:
Next Tuesday at 3:00.
Franz:
[thinks it over, then offers his plan]
Would you let yourself be kidnapped?
Anja Stolze:
[excited]
Yes!
Franz:
Yes?
Anja Stolze:
[changes her mind]
No. How did you get an idea like that?
Franz:
Because it would be a great opportunity to free you from this strict Teutonic predicament. And for us a brilliant opportunity to get to know each other. Like swatting 2 flies with one stroke.
Anja Stolze:
But I am no fly.
Franz:
[teasing]
Right. You are a bee, and a cute one.
Anja Stolze:
[almost smacks him for getting fresh]
Oh!
Franz:
Okay, I take the "bee" part back, too. For me, you're a girl that I liked from the moment I saw you.
Franz:
[starts rowing her back to shore, says about 18 seconds later]
Trust in me. You have no better friend -- hopefully.
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