F.C. De Kampioenen (TV Series)

Rode vlekjes (1993)

Marilou Mermans: Irma Corthout

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• 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 : 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]