Xavier: [Dimitri enters the cafe boiling with anger] Dimitri. Will you give another round?
Dimitri: [he steps up to Xavier] I'll give *you* a round. In the face! I'll stop you from taking advantage of me. Do y'all want me to go bankrupt? Here you go, Pascale. The bill for fixing your beer pipe. *Xavier Waterslaeghers*. 750 francs for fixing your car tyre. Boma. 1,000 francs for drilling your hole.
Doortje: [she attempts to warn him] Dimitri. You're kicking in your windows.
Dimitri: Kicking in my windows? De Kampioenen kick in my windows. Here you go, Carmen. That'll be 4,000 francs. Further expenses of car repairs. Tweenie. You mustn't think I'll pay for your interview. Pencil neck. You can forget about your "radio talk" money!
[turns to Mr. Kolenbunders, who finally stood up]
Dimitri: And you... Mister Kolenbunders. Welcome. We're having a little argument here. I was joking. Pascale, get him something to drink. Sympathetic, uh?
Kolenblunder: Very nice. I've seen enough, Mister De Tremmerie. The winner of this cheque is Mister Van Roost. Have a nice day.
Dimitri: But, do you have any idea how much this whole thing is going to cost me?
Pol: Poor investments, uncle? That's unfortunate.
Dimitri: Unfortunate? I'll tell you exactly what's unfortunate. The price of your apartment is now 20,000 francs.
Pol: I'm sorry, uncle. Here's the contract and how much did we agree on?
De Kampioenen: 9,000!
Pol: We're moving in upstairs.
Xavier: No worries, Dimitri. Billie moving in is of benefit to you.
Dimitri: Benefit? What benefit?
Xavier: [he impersonates him] You have now a free driver who can drive your cars in and out. Pretty good, uh? Made it up myself.