- 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.
- Dimitri: Here you go, Doortje. No billing, huh. I hope it doesn't get any worse with those spots, you know. It's not appetizing to the customers.
- Doortje: [sarcastically] Good thing you're appetizing, huh? Shall I explain to you why? Those filthy sheepskins.
- Dimitri: It's good material, ain't it? A sheepskin seat for 666 francs. Where else can you find something like this? You have a spot on your face, by the way.
- Doortje: Oh no. Oh God.
- Dimitri: Another one. Right over there.
- Doortje: [she takes a look] I won't have an allergy, will I?
- Dimitri: An allergy? Is that contagious?
- Doortje: No, Dimitri but I can't stand that sheep's wool. Come on, that rubbish has to go.
- Dimitri: Hey the rubbish you're talking about is my livelihood.
- Doortje: Throw it somewhere in the garage.
- [she sneezes]
- Dimitri: You're sure it's not contagious, aren't you?
- Doortje: Dimitri, you have to disinfect the whole garage with spray. We've all done that already.
- Dimitri: Are you nuts, Doortje? It's clean in here. It's you who brought in fleas. You wash yourself well, don't you?
- Doortje: Dimitri, for godsake.
- [Xavier enters Dimitri's garage, carrying his birds]
- Xavier: Well, that's a relief. At least they're not spraying here.
- Dimitri: Did you bring your birds again? Exactly how many times is that now?
- Xavier: Can I put them here for a few days? 'Cause they're spraying everywhere, aren't they? Just look up. Such a hole in the ozone layer.
- Dimitri: Don't fool me, will you?
- Xavier: They're not in your way, are they?
- Dimitri: Just put them there.
- Xavier: Thanks, Dimitri.
- Dimitri: One hundred francs a day.
- Xavier: What?
- Dimitri: Fifty?
- 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]