Dimitri: Being a secretary isn't for you, is it, Mom? I'll ask for an intern.
Georgette: Don't you dare. I came here. Well, I'll stay here.
Dimitri: Listen, Mom. It's kind of you to replace Doortje temporarily and free of charge, but...
Georgette: Doortje, Doortje - I don't understand why you're keeping that frump aboard. Take a look at those accounts!
Dimitri: If it doesn't matter for you, I'd rather not.
Georgette: What is this about? Anyway, I'll take a serious look at it.
Dimitri: You can't do that to me - I mean, you can't do that to yourself.
Georgette: A good secretary is essential for a healthy company, Dimi.
Dimitri: So you're determined to be my secretary?
Georgette: Absolutely, yes.
Dimitri: You do realize that then I'm your hierarchical superior, don't you?
Georgette: As a matter of fact, I hadn't looked at it that way yet.
Dimitri: [ironically] Me neither. But if you really want that? No problem. Now, if you'll excuse me for a second.
[walks off]
Georgette: [quick] Give me a cup of coffee first.
[phone rings, he wants to take the call, she slams his hand]
Georgette: Hello, this is Dimitri De Tremmerie's secretary, chief accountant for DDT Oké Cars.
Balthazar Boma: Ah. So Doortje's chair's been taken, uh, for as far as I'm hearing?
Georgette: Who's this?
Balthazar Boma: Balthazar Boma. Can I bring my car in for service this afternoon?
Georgette: Hold on, I'll have a look.
Dimitri: [talks her cup of coffee he made] You want milk?
Georgette: [firm] Black.
Balthazar Boma: Of course in black. How else?
Georgette: In black? Then you've come to the wrong place. Have a nice day!
[she ends call, he frowns]
Georgette: [sighs] That sausage producer wanted his car serviced off the books.
Dimitri: You gotta be kidding me. Some people are ashamed of absolutely nothing, aren't they?
[fake indignant look]
Georgette: Where are you off to?
Dimitri: Continue working. Why?
Georgette: Get your garage cleaned out. Come on.
Dimitri: Why?
Georgette: 'Cause I can't work in such a pigsty, Dimi.
Dimitri: I'm your hierarchical superior, you know.
Georgette: [finger-pointing] Clean up, or I'll go to the union!
Dimitri: Sure, Mom.