- Bieke: [sarcastically] You're looking fresh.
- Boma: Did I feel ashamed about Dimitri at The Pussycat last night.
- Pico: At The Pussycat. Did he survive?
- Boma: Sheer embarassment. It started on the way in. He didn't want to give his overcoat in the cloakroom to save money. I put him a chick on his lap. He pushes her and she falls with her bosom on the dancefloor. And if you think he drank something serious last night... Sparkling water.
- Pascale: Perhaps you should've done the same.
- Boma: [last line in French] Probably. Yet I'm the one who's not allowed to enter The Pussycat anymore. Boma's not taking anyone with him anymore. Jamais de ma vie.
- Oscar: You've already done more than you should, Mr. President.
- Boma: There's nothing to replace it, Oscar. Get me some coffee. I'd like to forget about last night as quickly as possible.
- Oscar: No problem.
- Carmen: [Carmen and Xavier enter] Look who's here. Our nighthawk. You don't stop no more, do you?
- Boma: I've ordered some coffee, Mother Superior. Something wrong, Oscar?
- Oscar: The coffee machine's slipping again.
- Carmen: Sometimes Xavier's machine slips, too.
- Dimitri: [closing scene] Dear friends, dear Kampioenen.
- Pico: What do you say? Friends? Keep telling yourself that.
- Carmen: Making us believe you would sell your garage, huh? And that suicide was just comedy too?
- Dimitri: Suicide? Who told you that? That's the last thing on my mind. I got electrocuted.
- Pascale: You should have said that from the start.
- Dimitri: Nobody asked me.
- Boma: So you've pulled a prank on us, huh? You can pay back my membership card in the Pussycat, dude.
- Dimitri: But I've brought you this special surprise. This is 1,500 francs champagne per bottle.
- Carmen: Tap water with bubbles, you mean, right? You can keep your junk, hypochondriac.
- [she knocks over his crate]
- Dimitri: [he rages] Yeah now it's right here on the floor, huh! I worked for a month for it.
- Boma: [he checks it out] That's real champagne.
- Dimitri: Yeah. Do you have any idea how much that cost me?
- Boma: Dimitri, we didn't expect that from you, did we?
- Dimitri: [he's angry] Right... Right.
- Pico: Dimitri, I think they've all crossed the line.
- Xavier: Yeah. We're terribly sorry, DDT.
- Dimitri: [he rages even harder] Sorry? Too late, you trash cans you are! I'll put those birds of yours in the casserole! You will hear about it, bunch of potters!
- [he angrily leaves the cafe]
- Doortje: [she defends him] Yeah. That's what you are. A big bunch of potters!
- Pico: [in the background, on his wife leaving in anger] You too, Doortje?
- Carmen: [when they're gone; she's shocked] Wow, I've never seen him this angry.
- Boma: [he safeguarded a bottle] Hey, we can still open one bottle. Who wants a glass of champagne? Oscar, could you uncork it?
- [however, Doortje returns and takes the bottle]
- Boma: Alright then. Oscar, give me a strong coffee.
- Xavier: Me too. For the first time in my life.
- Carmen: For me too. And no lukewarm.
- Pico: Sure. Why not.
- Bieke: Come on, dad.
- Oscar: Give me a second.
- [his coffee machine slips, then it covers the others with water]
- Doortje: [Doortje cries; Dimitri is in the hospital] I never thought you were such selfish people.
- Pascale: Oscar, what about that coffee?
- Oscar: My machine falters.
- Pico: Doortje, explain what...
- Doortje: Leave me alone. I warned you all, but no one would believe me.
- [she cries more]
- Carmen: *Should* we believe everything you say?
- Boma: Doortje. He isn't quite dead, or is he?
- Doortje: He was still breathing when the ambulance came to pick him up. If he survives, I want it to be over with bullying him. The man needs help. Otherwise you all have a suicide on your conscience.
- Boma: Wise words, Doortje.
- Xavier: Of course the question is "How do we help him recover?"
- Carmen: Yeah. You can't straighten a tree that grows crooked.
- Xavier: Maybe we could let him maintain our car some more?
- Oscar: Or refuel some more.
- Pascale: With your rusty bike, right?
- Doortje: Just do the opposite of what you're doing now. No more bullying and teasing. From now on everyone sympathizes with him.
- Pico: Well Doortje, I'm proud that you are taking such an initiative.
- Oscar: Here's your coffee, Doortje.
- Pascale: [to Oscar] It was about time too, huh.
- Oscar: There's nothing I can do about my machine failing, can I?
- Pascale: There's even more wrong with *you*.
- Boma: [to Doortje; calmly] We'll call the clinic and ask how he is, alright? If he's still alive, then let's see what we can do for him. Such as, for example -
- [scene overlaps; in the next shot, De Kampioenen prepare to throw a welcome party for Dimitri]
- Doortje: [opening lines; Doortje enters Dimitri's office to work] Dimitri, here we are again. What do you think of my flowers?
- Dimitri: Flowers, flowers, flowers... What good is that mess to me?
- Doortje: Are you checking my work?
- Dimitri: Your work indeed. And my money. As far as it still exists.
- Doortje: [sarcastically] You're in a good mood today.
- Dimitri: Do I have no reasons for it then? That renovated Van Roost garage takes away all my customers. How am I supposed to survive now? Farmers like me are going to die one by one.
- Doortje: You still have your gas pump, don't you?
- Dimitri: Gas pump? It's as if everyone here rides on water.
- [De Kampioenen kick out one of his windows yet again]
- Doortje: [as Dimitri tries to keep his cool] Looks like your window...
- Dimitri: [as he takes off his coveralls] They can kick them all. What's the point of working my arse off for peanuts, anyway? You'd put an end to it. With all that misery on your mind.
- [Doortje looks worried]
- Dimitri: Is Mrs. Coppens still planning to work or is she going to water the flowers first?
- Doortje: No, tell me what to do.
- Dimitri: Go find a rope so I can hang myself. I'm tired of working for the knave.
- [he walks off]
- Doortje: Dimitri, what are you gonna do?
- Dimitri: Making Tutti-Frutti Balls. It makes more money than cars!