F.C. De Kampioenen (TV Series)

Kiescampagne (1992)

Marijn De Valck: Balthasar Boma

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Quotes 

• Boma : [first line in French]  Bonjour tout le monde. This is me shaking everyone's hand. I have surprising news to share.

  Xavier : Are you getting married?

  Boma : Yes, Waterslaeghers. With my cleaning lady.

  [he laughs] 

  Boma : What do you think of this?

  [he unveils his poster] 

  Boma : Good, isn't it? Everyone says it. Oscar, hang it on the door for me.

  [Boma notices Pico's poster] 

  Pico : That's right, Mr. Boma. I hope we'll fight a fair fight.

  Boma : Well, if it depends on me, then absolutely, colleague.

  Man #1 : Cheers, Pico!

  Boma : Hey this is my treat, no?

  Bieke : No, Pico ordered first.

  Dimitri : We can drink two, can't we?

  Boma : Did I shake your hand already?

  [they shake hands] 

  Boma : Now this is the first pork knuckle I get my hands on today. I need to ask you something later, alright.

  [Dimitri pulls his hand away, he's angry] 

  Pascale : So exactly who's going to pay for that treat now?

  Boma : I'll show my good heart once more. Put it on Pico's bill and I'll pay for two rounds after training.

  [Pico's indignant] 

  Boma : Oscar, hang my poster on that door, and take that off.

  Pico : Don't you dare, Oscar. Hey who do you think you are?

  Boma : [sharp-witted]  The owner of this cafe.

  Bieke : A cafe is a public place.

  Pico : You're a dictator, that's who you are, mister Boma.

  Boma : Coppens, watch your words, would you lad?

  [the others stir up the atmosphere] 

  Dimitri : What. I'm not saying anything, am I?

  [they have an argument about where to hang their posters, they talk over each other] 

  Oscar : I'll hang them side by side.

  Boma : What's alluring about that, a black and white photo?

  Bieke : [sarcastically]  Yeah, and Boma colors your day, right?

  Oscar : Lads! Time for training. C'mon, move, move. And you know it by now: no alcohol, no cigarettes. C'mon Pol. Did you bring your shoes? C'mon, lads. Move.

  [Boma sits with Dimitri] 

  Boma : Dimitri, I'll have to run a strong campaign, you know.

  Dimitri : Yeah I can see that.

  Boma : I'll need a lot of material. The question is: 'Where should a person store that?'

  Dimitri : [laconically]  That's the big problem.

  Boma : I was thinking about your garage.

  Dimitri : How do you mean? What about my fleet then?

  Boma : Those few rusty wrecks out there?

  Dimitri : Hey, hey. And will this be reimbursed?

  Boma : Sure.

  Dimitri : Then there's enough space.

  Boma : If I'm elected, you can count on my full support, alright.

  Dimitri : Pico has promised an asphalt road, you know.

  Boma : I guarantee you a tarmac road, with sewerage and everything. Where else would you go with your dirty oil?

  Dimitri : Is that allowed?

  Boma : You can't swear too, right? You can count on me. I'll give you a poster, hang it up in your garage. And make sure I don't see that schoolteacher with his silly little finger hanging in your garage, okay?

  Dimitri : No, don't worry.

  [but it is already too late for that] 

• Oscar : [interviewed for Boma's radio]  'Balthazar Boma is the ideal team president for me. He's always been royally behind' - excuse me, 'loyally behind our team. I have my choice.' 'Made' - excuse me, 'I've made my choice.'

  [as Pico enters the cafe] 

  Oscar : I vote for Boma.

  Pico : Thanks a lot, huh.

  Oscar : Or Pico.

  Pascale : Oscar, you have no character.

  Bieke : Oh, he has. That of a mussel.

  Oscar : Thanks for your input, Bea*trijs*. Besides, I have work to do.

  Marc : We'll cut that out. Now a short response from Xavier Waterloos.

  Xavier : No, *slaeghers*.

  Marc : Right, *slaeghers*.

  Xavier : 'To me, Boma is' - here, eat this!

  [he makes a dismissive gesture, rubbing his finger under his nose that he can forget about winning] 

  Carmen : You'll regret that, you know!

  [Xavier leaves the table and sits with Pico, aligning himself with him] 

  Boma : Cut! Cut, I said!

  Bieke : [talks in mic]  'That's demagoguery. Free radio is being misused to do politics. I demand that Pico also be given a fair chance, a confrontation'.

  Boma : [to Marc]  Cut everything.

  [Marc is reluctant] 

  Boma : You can have a confrontation the night before the election. Pascale, from now on everyone will drink at my expense.

  [general praise] 

  Pico : [to Bieke and Doortje]  I don't have the financial capacity to do what he does, treat the cafe like that.

  Bieke : You have other qualities, Pico. You need to approach people and ask them where you can help.

  Doortje : Good idea, and we'll do printing.

  Bieke : And you'll deliver it yourself.

  Xavier : Door to door.

  Doortje : We'll stick more posters. I'll go to Dimitri and ask him if we can use his station wagon to transport your equipment.

  Pico : That's a great idea, Doortje.

  Pascale : Bieke, serve the customers. Come on.

  Bieke : Mom, I'm busy here.

  [phone rings] 

  Pascale : Hello, this is F.C. De Kampioenen's clubhouse. Yes? Boma! It's for you.

  [he takes over the call] 

  Boma : Hello, Balthasar Boma, second placed on Municipal Interest's list? What?

  [scene shifts; Dimitri is the caller, from his office] 

  Dimitri : Yeah so it was the justice of peace - Does it mean I'm the Acting Returning Officer? That's not just for everyone, is it? And I have to find my assessors myself then? No problem. Ah, you'll be coming to my place? Alright, see you in a while then.

  [ends the call] 

  Dimitri : Stay calm, Dimitri. Keep your wits about you.

  [Dimitri closes the slats between which Pico's poster hangs and reveals Boma's poster but Doortje enters and spots it] 

  Doortje : You are one big hypocrite, you are.

  Dimitri : What?

  Doortje : The posters? You're in cahoots with Boma, aren't you? Admit it!

  Dimitri : No, Doortje. I'm the Acting Returning Officer, you see. So I have to be neutral. A little bit of Pico here, a little bit of Boma there.

  Doortje : Coward. How much does he pay you?

  Dimitri : Nothing. You don't have to get so mad, you know. I have something very important to ask.

  Doortje : I'm curious.

  Dimitri : I don't know if I'm allowed to ask, 'cause Pico's your husband. But what I wanted to ask was if you wanted to be a *concubine* by any chance?

  [he confused assessor "bijzitter" with concubine "bijzit", she slaps him; she leaves] 

• Dimitri : [invalid voting scene]  'De Backer Pascale Melanie Eugène'?

  Pascale : That's right. Dimitri, my convocation letter, please. Thanks.

  [she leaves] 

  Dimitri : [to Carmen]  Your convocation letter.

  Carmen : I left it in the car. Give me a moment.

  Xavier : The tip of the pencil has broken off.

  Dimitri : Here, take my Biro.

  Xavier : The pencil tore the paper, so this is invalid. Can I get another form?

  Dimitri : Alright, I'll make an exception for you.

  [he gives him a new form, the voting booths are full] 

  Dimitri : [to Bieke]  Go back.

  [Boma arrives] 

  Boma : [in French]  Bonjour, Dimitri.

  Pico : Excuse me, Mr. President, line up like everyone else.

  Dimitri : Leave the man alone, would you Pico? He has other work, you know.

  Pico : That could be.

  [they close the queue nonetheless] 

  Boma : You voted for me, didn't you Pascale?

  Pascale : Of course, Balthasar.

  [Carmen returns] 

  Carmen : Here's my letter.

  [opens Oscar's booth] 

  Dimitri : Oscar? There's other people waiting.

  Oscar : Have some patience, and let me think for a second.

  Dimitri : Oscar, I'll count down from five and then you must've voted. Understood?

  Dimitri : Five!

  [he leaves the booth] 

  Doortje : Finally.

  [he is about to cast his vote, he delays] 

  Oscar : One moment, okay.

  [he returns to the booth] 

  Dimitri : [to Carmen]  How 'bout your passport?

  Carmen : You know who I am, fool, don't you?

  Dimitri : Carmen, I don't know anyone. Give me your passport.

  Carmen : What kind of nonsense is this?

  Xavier : Carmen, wait. Dimitri, you still have mine, right?

  Dimitri : Sure. 'Waterslaeghers Xavier Michel Jean-Marie'?

  [he laughs] 

  Xavier : Yeah that's it. Alright, so here's your passport and bring it yourself next time.

  Dimitri : Let's move on. 'Vandormael Carmen Virginie Philomène'.

  [he laughs] 

  Carmen : Hey what kind of comedy is this, uh?

  [she votes blank, she is angry] 

  Dimitri : That'll cost you a lawsuit. You have to enter one of the voting booths.

  Bieke : Yes, Carmen. That's the name of the law.

  Carmen : Shut up, silly sheep. Alright, give me a new form. I'll show you what I do with it.

  [Carmen enters Oscar's voting booth by accident, enters the other instantly leaves] 

  Carmen : Take this, returning officer of kiss my ass.

  [votes blank again] 

  Dimitri : Zal 't gaan, ja!

  Oscar : Hey how's one supposed to concentrate here?

  Dimitri : Back in your cage!