F.C. De Kampioenen (TV Series)
Kiescampagne (1992)
Johny Voners: Xavier Waterslaeghers
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Quotes
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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]
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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]
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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!