- Pascale: [arguing about Doortje staying over at their place] Oscar, I know what you're going to say. I always know what you're going to say.
- Oscar: Then why should I say it, if you know what I'm going to say?
- Pascale: Because I always hope that you're not going to say what I think you're going to say.
- Oscar: If you hope I won't say the things I have to say, why do you always do stuff which makes me say the things I have to say, though I'd rather not say them?
- Pascale: Oscar, are you going to say what you have to say or what?
- Oscar: Doortje can't stay here.
- Pascale: I knew you'd say that.
- Oscar: What if all players' wives invaded the house, like her?
- Pascale: Then she would at least have something to say.
- Oscar: Oh, so you have the higher ground again... Who's got something to say here, actually?
- Pascale: Oscar, whenever you've got something to say, just come out and say it.
- [walks back to the living room, where Doortje is]
- Dimitri: [approaches bar counter] This needs to be paid.
- [shows her an empty can]
- Bieke: Lubricating oil.
- Dimitri: You can be sure of that.
- Pascale: [from the kitchen] What's this lubricating thing about?
- Bieke: It's nothing, mom. She's making sandwiches.
- Dimitri: They kicked a ball against the window!
- Bieke: Don't get so excited. That's bad for your cholesterol.
- Dimitri: Do you know how much that costs?
- Bieke: Drink a strong coffee. It's on me.
- Dimitri: Give me a beer, Bieke.
- Bieke: It's not even eleven 'o clock.
- Dimitri: Should I wait for high mass then? When De Kampioenen play I can't work.
- Bieke: It's Sunday. You don't have to do anything.
- Dimitri: Sunday? You can say that, yes. That's a working day for me. It drives me crazy. Tax papers, VAT, rent, customers who don't pay. And then those fools over there. It's play-day again. I can feel so alone there.
- Bieke: What you need is a woman. You should look for a woman.
- Dimitri: Look? I looked a lot, Bieke.
- Pascale: [returns from the kitchen] And you didn't find anything?
- Dimitri: At least not what I was looking for, Pascale.
- Pascale: What *were* you looking for, Dimitri? Nice bodywork?
- Dimitri: That's not just what a man likes, is it? Look at yourself.
- Pascale: Thanks. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?
- Dimitri: I always close my eyes.
- Dimitri: [De Kampioenen hit his window with their ball, knocking over a tube of lube oil; first line in himself, then to De Kampioenen] Damn right, it's Sunday again. You'll pay for that, you know!
- Xavier: I'm terribly sorry, Dimitri. Whenever it's such a small goal like your window, I just can't grab it.
- Dimitri: Get out of here!
- Xavier: As long as I stand strong in a while, uh.
- Dimitri: Zal 't gaan, ja!
- Dimitri: [in himself, prepares for job interview to hire Doortje as his secretary; he's cheerful] And Doortje? Do you like it here? Have a seat, Doortje. What? That men can be tidy at times? Sure. If only we want to we're capable of anything. We just need to be motivated. That I look good still? You have to take good care of your fitness.
- [sits down]
- Dimitri: Well then what's up, Doortje?
- [stares ahead, crestfallen]
- Sergeant De Bock: [Pico abandoned the team, he stands at attention] Corporal Waterslaeghers! Well? Why are your men leaving the pitch?
- Xavier: Sergeant De Bock. They ate too many plums the other day.
- Sergeant De Bock: Plums? Do you have any idea what season it is?
- Xavier: Errr. Mid-season? Dried plums. You know, that's a natural source of sugars.
- Sergeant De Bock: *You* are a natural source of failure. 'A match you will never forget, Sergeant De Bock'. Well, you're right too.
- Xavier: I do have a good explanation for it, Sergeant.
- Sergeant De Bock: Very well. Come by my office tomorrow and I'll show you why the Stripes became the Stripes. 'A match *you* will never forget'. Dismissed!
- [leaves Xavier in shock]