F.C. De Kampioenen (TV Series)
Stank voor dank (1992)
Loes van den Heuvel: Carmen Waterslaeghers-Vandormael
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Quotes
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Xavier : I swear. There was oil bubbling around my goal.
Dimitri : Oil?
Pico : Stay out of this, Dimitri.
Dimitri : Out of the ground?
Xavier : Yes. Oil. That stuff you mess with all day.
Dimitri : Damn.
Pico : What is wrong with you?
Dimitri : That's why there's no petrol coming out of the pump. My tank is leaking.
Boma : The oil is yours?
Dimitri : It's no oil, it's petrol.
Xavier : See what I mean? I was right.
Boma : I'll seek compensation for polluting my land, you know that, my friend?
Pico : Wait a minute. That's where the stench comes from. The scams with the gas pump.
Carmen : You can repay Nero's vet bills.
Dimitri : I didn't know that. For the record, it smells more like rotten meat in here.
Boma : Do not change the subject, De Tremmerie.
Dimitri : All of you can rot away!
Carmen : Wow. Then it'll smell even more!
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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.
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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]