F.C. De Kampioenen (TV Series)

Stank voor dank (1992)

Carry Goossens: Oscar Crucke

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Quotes 

• Pico : Cut the bullshit, Xavier. Your head wasn't in the game.

  Xavier : Sure, 'cause my head was in the oil.

  Carmen : That's not the first time either, huh?

  [he looks pissed] 

  Oscar : Skavier, you've disappointed me deeply.

  Xavier : It was just a training session, wasn't it?

  Oscar : Training should be the same as a match.

  Boma : That's very true.

  Xavier : [cynically]  Here we go, Mr. President wants to say something, too.

  Boma : [last line in French]  That oil thing is a cheap subterfuge, Waterslaeghers. The days of cheap subterfuges are over. Whoever no longer renders flies out. Compris?

  Xavier : [in French]  *Oui*.

  Boma : [firm]  You're in goal to grab balls, so you grab them or you fly.

  Xavier : It's not my fault that oil is bubbling around my goal, is it?

  [Dimitri enters the cafe] 

  Boma : A bad goalkeeper is bad publicity, as a manager I can't afford that. Business is business.

  Dimitri : There you go. 'Business is business'. You took the words right out of my mouth, dear colleague.

  Boma : [clever]  Does your soil also produce oil then?

  Dimitri : Oil? No, I sell petrol. So from tomorrow pure petrol at very interesting prices. *At DDT's the petrol is Okay.*

  Boma : You can get petrol everywhere, right? Soon I'll be launching something else entirely, you know, and you can't get that anywhere.

  Pico : Did you buy a new car again?

  Boma : Are you crazy? I've only had my current one for two weeks.

  Pascale : And what will you market then, Balthasar?

  Boma : I can't say that yet, I'm verry sorry. New times are dawning for Boma industries, that's all.

  [Xavier is looking blue at his table] 

  Boma : Yeah, the time of the bunglers is over.

  [Xavier feels addressed] 

  Pascale : I'm really curious.

  Dimitri : So dear friends, tomorrow's the big day with...

  Pascale : Ah, will you be paying for a round, Dimitri?

  Dimitri : No, you don't have to. One will suffice.

• Oscar : [preparations for Pascale's date with Boma; she must convince him to not sell everything]  Pascale I think you're exaggerating. Can't you put on anything less - you know, less - less exposed?

  Carmen : I'm totally okay with it, Pascale. You have to show that you have something. Even if that something's not much.

  Pico : The microphone's adjusted. Where do I put it?

  Oscar : Put it in my shirt's pocket.

  Pascale : You won't stay in the living room all the time, or will you?

  Oscar : Why not? Can't I sit here in the corner?

  [general disapproval] 

  Xavier : Why don't you put it in that lamp?

  Doortje : Then what? If they'd sit on the couch we hear nothing more.

  Oscar : They can also sit at the table, right?

  Bieke : That's not interesting on a date, is it?

  Oscar : You stay out of it!

  Pascale : Bieke's right. I should be able to move. Put it into my cleavage. He certainly wouldn't dare look there.

  Xavier : That'd be the place I'd look first, though.

  [angry look from Oscar] 

  Carmen : You're a freeloader, is what you are.

  [Pico gets up with the mic] 

  Pico : So in your cleavage , huh?

  [Oscar wants to help put the mic on] 

  Pascale : You don't understand stuff like this. Pico does.

  Doortje : What do you mean by that, Pascale?

  Pascale : Well, Pico's a technician, right?

  [Pico touches her cleavage too much] 

  Oscar : Yeah come on, it's alright.

  [Carmen looks out the window] 

  Carmen : Boma light's arriving now, guys.

  [they all leave the living room] 

  Carmen : Pascale, give it your best shot, okay?

  [Oscar dawdles] 

  Pascale : Oscar, what are you waiting for?

  Oscar : I just wanted to tell you not to worry.

  Pascale : Why would I worry?

  Oscar : You never know. I hear everything through the microphone. If there's anything, I'll come right away, alright?

  Pascale : It won't be necessary. Just go now.

  [she sits on the couch, he still waits] 

  Oscar : And don't forget - you're a married woman.

  Pascale : Sure. See you in a while, Oscar.

  [he goes, just in time before Boma arrives] 

• Pascale (voice over radio) : [in the locker room, they are listening to Pascale and Boma's date]  Cold. Warm. Warmer, warmer. Hot.

  [noise] 

  Boma (voice over radio) : Kiss.

  Pascale (voice over radio) : Yes.

  [noise on the radio again] 

  Oscar : Alright, that's it.

  [Oscar leaves, they halt Oscar; Pascale and Boma drink cognac] 

  Boma : My usual brand of cognac? You shouldn't have.

  Pascale : Cognac makes you warm inside, isn't it Balthasar?

  Boma : [smiles]  That's right.

  [he pours them a glass] 

  Boma : You know how to get things done, don't you?

  [he kisses her neck, she deliberately spills cognac on his suit] 

  Pascale (voice over radio) : Oh no Balthasar, look at your nice trousers now.

  Boma (voice over radio) : It's okay, that happens more often.

  [Oscar bites his sunbonnet in desperation, in the kitchen Pascale gets paper towels; Dimitri has entered the cafe to complete a cacophony; Pascale cleans Boma's wet pants] 

  Dimitri : Hi, you're here. I thought you weren't.

  Pascale : Did you need me, Dimitri?

  Dimitri : I just stopped by to tell you lot my gas pump will officially open tomorrow, and everyone can get half a liter for free.

  Boma : [annoyed]  It's alright, De Tremmerie. Was that it?

  Dimitri : Yeah so you've heard, a full half liter that is. In the morning, nine o'clock.

  Pascale : Alright, Dimitri. I'll tell Oscar.

  Dimitri : You will?

  Pascale : Sure.

  Dimitri : Good. Go ahead now.

  [they look indignated] 

  Dimitri : Excuse me.

  [he leaves, he goes to the locker room where the others hear the noise of Pascale cleaning Boma's pants with the paper towel] 

  Dimitri : Oscar, did you know Boma's on your couch with your wife?

  Pico : Not now, Dimitri.

  Xavier : Get out.

  [Dimitri leaves again] 

  Pascale (voice over radio) : Balthasar, does that filter installation really cost that much for you to sell everything?

  Boma (voice over radio) : No, not at all.

  Pascale (voice over radio) : What's the matter then?

  Boma (voice over radio) : I have enough money, Pascale. You know that well enough. No, they hurt me. They hurt me deeply.

  Pascale : [still seductive]  Who did hurt you?

  Boma : Every single one of them. First and foremost, they don't like my Boma Light. Second, I can't get my head around them saying I don't understand business. That bunch of potters. Who do they think they are?

  Pascale : Balthasar, don't get excited like that.

  Boma : [direct]  Pascale, do *you* like my sausage?

  Pascale : Yes, Balthasar. I like it very much.

  Boma : Pascale, you're a woman of good taste, you know that? You'll be making me crazy one day.

  [they hug each other on the couch, she yells, the others listen in the locker room] 

  Pascale (voice over radio) : Balthasar, watch where you put your feet, okay?

  Oscar : Yeah, alright. It's been good for now. Party's over, I'm going to replace his filter myself.

  Pico : You're going to ruin everything, Oscar.

  [he remains standing] 

  Oscar : I guess that's very unfortunate then.

  [he leaves enraged]