F.C. De Kampioenen (TV Series)

Rode vlekjes (1993)

Danni Heylen: Pascale Crucke

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Quotes 

• Irma Corthout : And that's why we've bought Alain a BMW.

  Willem Corthout : Yes because when as a photographer you have to get somewhere in a Japanese car, you're off to a bad start.

  Pascale : Absolutely. Isn't it, Oscar?

  Oscar : [he takes a profiterole]  Absolutely.

  Xavier : [he enters the living room in a drunken state]  Oh you're having visitors, I see?

  Bieke : Yes, Xavier. We're having people over.

  Xavier : I don't mind. You haven't seen Nero by any chance?

  Pascale : No, Xavier. We would now very much like to continue talking with our guests.

  Xavier : I searched the whole village. No Nero to be found. And all that for the fleas.

  Irma Corthout : Fleas?

  Xavier : Yeah, this entire house was infested with fleas. Because of my wife's dog. If that beast can sit anywhere on the sofa, you know, then you'll end up having that.

  Pascale : Xavier, please.

  Xavier : Sure. I won't bother you any longer. One more thing. Carmen said you should definitely spray that sofa twice. It's full of nits. You can't break those right away. You folks have a good night.

  Pascale : Bye, Xavier.

  [Xavier leaves] 

  Irma Corthout : It's high time we left.

  Pascale : Irma, I still have several snacks.

  Irma Corthout : No thank you, Mrs Crucke. It's an early day tomorrow. If Alain wants to stay a little longer?

  Pascale : That's a great idea. Isn't it, Bieke?

  Alain : No, I'm going with you.

  Willem Corthout : [he says goodbye]  Sir. Ma'am.

  Pascale : Willem. Irma.

  Alain : Mr Crucke. Mrs Crucke.

  Pascale : Bye, Alain.

  [Bieke accompanies them out] 

  Pascale : You ruined it all again, huh.

• Pascale : [Pascale and Oscar meet Bieke's new boyfriend Alain Corthout, press photographer and a lawyer's son]  I'm sorry about the mess, but it's still early. That's my husband Oscar.

  Alain : Pleased to meet you, sir.

  Oscar : Ah. So, you're the... friend.

  Alain : Yes, I am.

  Pascale : Oscar, it's draughty in here.

  Oscar : Oh yeah? I'll close the door.

  Pascale : Bieke, get Alain a cup of coffee.

  Alain : No, you really don't have to. Thank you, madame.

  Pascale : Oh, stop it, I'll...

  Bieke : Mom! He says he doesn't want to.

  Pascale : It's no big deal. Front door's open, Oscar.

  Oscar : Front door?

  Bieke : Mom means your pants are open.

  Pascale : [he zips up his pants]  Bieke...

  Alain : That's okay, mister Crucke. Same thing happened to me once. Remember, Bieke?

• Pascale : [opening lines]  The table is set, breakfast is ready and then sir comes down. Everyone has their task in the household, you know.

  Oscar : You're right. You make the food and I eat it.

  [she doesn't laugh] 

  Pascale : Stay away from those sores.

  Oscar : Those aren't sores. Those are mosquito bites.

  Pascale : You're a mosquito bite yourself. There's absolutely no mosquito to be found in here. It's almost as if you still got extra sores. Let me see.

  Oscar : Pascale, I'm not a child anymore.

  Pascale : Oscar, stop scratching. Soon I'll be doing it myself. Where's Bieke?

  [Oscar points to the first floor] 

  Pascale : Right. She's the same kind as you. If you don't forcibly drag her out of bed, she won't be downstairs in her pajamas until eleven 'o clock.

  Bieke : Hi. Wow, still in pajamas? Are we a little lazy today?

  Oscar : Hey, for that one time you get out of bed so early. By the way, why are you dressed up like this?

  Bieke : My car is at DDT's for repairs. Alain is coming to pick me up.

  Oscar : Alain?

  Bieke : Publitime's photographer and my friend.

  Oscar : Your friend? Alright then. As long as it's not your boyfriend.

  Bieke : That's all the same, isn't it? People used to say "boyfriend". Well, now they say "friend."

  Oscar : And how many friends have you had, uh? Tony, Gino, Didier, Bob.

  Bieke : Fernand.

  Oscar : Fernand.

  Bieke : And now there's Alain.

  Pascale : Bieke, don't act so astute. How long have you known him?

  Bieke : Three weeks.

  Pascale : Three weeks? And you already know he loves you? Me, in my time, I would...

  Bieke : Mom, that was before the war. Now it all goes a bit faster.

  Oscar : You're a real libertine. You'll never get a serious guy that way.

  Pascale : What does his father do for a...

  Bieke : His father's a lawyer.

  Pascale : Wow.

  Bieke : His mother has a degree in Roman philology.

  Oscar : Oh boy.

  Pascale : Well, then you can introduce him in a moment.

  Oscar : Introduce him? Pascale, look at me.

  Pascale : Go get dressed.

  Oscar : I'm not done eating yet.

  Pascale : [she takes his plate away]  Now you are.

  Oscar : But, Pascale!

  Bieke : You should've got up earlier, dad.

• Pascale : Would you like any profiteroles, Irma?

  Irma Corthout : No thank you, Mrs Crucke. We've already eaten.

  Pascale : Willem?

  Willem Corthout : No thank you. I once overeat at a reception.

  Irma Corthout : At the governor's.

  Pascale : Oh. Alain?

  Alain : No, thank you ma'am. I'm not into sweets.

  Pascale : Not even one?

  Bieke : Mom, don't insist like that.

  Alain : If it depended on your mom, we'd roll out of here like barrels, Bieke.

  [Pascale laughs, Oscar wants to take one] 

  Pascale : No, Oscar. Not you. It's bad for his cholesterol.

  Oscar : [he pauses]  Sure.

  Pascale : Bieke, would you mind taking the pizzas out of the oven? Bieke helps us a lot.

  [Oscar laughs cynically, Pascale looks at him angrily] 

  Oscar : Cognac, Mr Corthout?

  Willem Corthout : Just the one, please.

  Pascale : Grand marnier, Irma?

  Irma Corthout : No thank you, Mrs Crucke.

  Pascale : You'll definitely like a pizza, won't you? They're just out of the oven.

  Irma Corthout : No, Mrs Crucke. I'm attentive to my weight.

  [Willem declines them as well] 

  Pascale : Alain?

  [he declines] 

  Pascale : Anybody? Right. Bieke certainly has enough for Alain, isn't it? Youths, huh? It goes so fast these days.

  Willem Corthout : At such a pace it's almost unbearable anymore.

  Alain : You only live once, dad.

  Pascale : Did Alain have other lovers?

  Irma Corthout : You ought to know, Mrs Crucke.

  Alain : When you're young, you have to experiment.

  Oscar : Bea*trijs*'s can't be counted on one hand anymore.

  [embarassed, Pascale clears her throat] 

  Bieke : I was always serious about it.

  Alain : I'm glad you changed your mind with me.

  Pascale : You shouldn't go too far either.

  Willem Corthout : Sure, 'cause those who lie down with dogs get fleas.

  Oscar : Absolutely.

  [he scratches his itching head] 

  Pascale : Oscar has an allergy. It pops up every now and then.

  [Oscar sits uncomfortably; he avoids to scratch, then he does it again] 

  Willem Corthout : What car do you have, Mr Crucke?

  Oscar : None.

  Irma Corthout : As a matter of principle?

  Oscar : No. I can't drive.

  Pascale : As a matter of principle.

  Oscar : Sure. Alright then. Cheers.

  Willem Corthout : Cheers.

  [Pascale looks ashamed, then she gives Oscar an angry look]