De grønne slagtere - en virkelig god marinade

Svend:
You don't threaten me with that animal! Please point that giraffe in another direction so we can get back to a pretty normal dialogue!

Holger:
You'll never get behind counter, Svend. You know why? You sweat too much. Svend Swet.

Holger:
[about sausages] I don't know if you can think of any greater humiliation than to be stuffed in your own arse.

Svend:
Taste this marinade.

Bjarne:
No.

Svend:
Smell this marinade.

Bjarne:
I smoke 20 joints a day. I couldn't smell it if my hair was on fire.

Svend:
[the workers are hanging up a sign] No. It's crooked again. Are you really unable to see that?

H?ndv?rker:
Give me a break. It looks fine

Svend:
Fine? Is fine okay? I don't think so... let me tell you, you can't drink 19 beers and then judge whether something is straight, I tell you that! Now do it over!

Bjarne:
[Bjarne comes out of the car] It's nice and straight now, huh? It looks fine.

H?ndv?rker:
Thank you.

Svend:
Yeah... Now it's okay. Secure it properly.

Svend:
I don't feel like seeing a lot of people right now.

Bjarne:
Then don't go into the cooler.

Svend:
Tina dammit... My parents died when I was a baby.

Tina:
Stop with the parents already!

Bjarne:
I haven't got any tea... But I got lots of pot if that's okay?

Astrid:
That's okay, with milk and sugar please.

Svend:
[Repeated line] Will you stop saying "sausage"? You say "sausage" all the time, haven't you noticed?