Dimitri: Oscar the movie star.
Oscar: Dimitri.
Dimitri: What's got you in such a good mood? It will *blow over* after the picture show, you know. Then it's all *over* for De Kampioenen.
Oscar: Hahaha. Then it's all over for your garage as well.
Dimitri: Oh really? Are you going to *knock it over*?
Oscar: I'm not. But you won't have to expect many clients in the future.
Dimitri: [sarcastically] You're scaring me.
Oscar: [he laughs; sits down, starts reading his file aloud] 'Dimitri De Tremmerie'.
Dimitri: What's that?
Oscar: This is your file from the engineering school. A unique document.
Dimitri: [panicky] That's a secret.
Oscar: Not for long.
Dimitri: Give me that.
Oscar: No, it's the jolliest thing I've got.
Dimitri: Where did you find it?
Oscar: Recycling bin.
Dimitri: The file is mine.
Oscar: 'Dimitri is a socially marginalized student.'
Dimitri: It comes from that skank of Dutch class.
Oscar: 'Dimitri aims to sell goods at significantly high profits.'
Dimitri: Twenty percent? You call that high profit?
Oscar: 'Dimitri has always been a pushover by making faces.'
Dimitri: Making faces? Me? That skank had horse teeth!
Oscar: 'His results are insufficient, thus his graduation in car mechanics was denied.' Well, no degree. Yet you're a mechanic? Who took care of all this?
Dimitri: None of your business.
Oscar: Your mommy did. With a threatening letter to the headmaster.
Dimitri: [almost cries] You want to ruin me.
Oscar: Wait. I would like to change my film for your file.
Dimitri: Yes. But I don't have it with me. Your pal. He has it.
Oscar: Dimitri. Make sure the show is canceled.
Dimitri: Impossible. He's paid for a guarantee of 5,000 francs.
Oscar: This will be in the papers, uh.
Dimitri: In that case I'll jump out of the window.
Oscar: Sure. From the first floor. What a blow.