Hochwürden drückt ein Auge zu

Alfred:
[trying to hypnotize the pastor] Sleep. Sleep deep. You get tired, very tired. [tries to remember his lines, looks up in a hypnose manual, continues] Let yourself falling and dream. Dream of the bishop. He comes to you and says: [with deep voice] . Where is the money? Where is the money? [with normal voice] And he asks you the third time: Where is the money? And you say?

Pfarrer Himmelreich:
[with closed eyes] Shut up! [stands up in his pastor clothes] I knew that, therefore I was still dressed. You as a bishop. A death man will notice that.

Michael Springer:
Tell me that this is a beautiful day.

Barbara Jansen:
It is a beautiful day.

Michael Springer:
Tell me that it was a great idea to come here.

Barbara Jansen:
We'll gonna see about it once your brother finds out.

Michael Springer:
My brother, my brother! Can't you talk about anything else? Right now I'm sick and tired of my brother.

Barbara Jansen:
But you have to admit that if it would be his way, you would be here with this stupid Mathilde.

Michael Springer:
That's rubbish. You know what I think about her.

Barbara Jansen:
Then tell me that she has jutting ears.

Michael Springer:
That she has what?

Barbara Jansen:
That she has jutting ears.

Michael Springer:
Good, she has jutting ears.

Barbara Jansen:
Tell me that she has crooked legs.

Michael Springer:
She has crooked legs. She has six fingers on each hand and feet so big that she could thread out wildfires.

Barbara Jansen:
Tell me you will never see her again.

Michael Springer:
I will never, ever see her again.

Pfarrer Himmelreich:
Alfred! Alfred!

Alfred:
Yes, boss?

Pfarrer Himmelreich:
I can't believe my ears.

Alfred:
What's up, chief?

Pfarrer Himmelreich:
You're not going to learn it. That's enough to drive one to despair.

Alfred:
All right, all right, father.

Michael Springer:
When do I see you again?

Barbara Jansen:
Tomorrow in the office.

Michael Springer:
That's not a seing.

Barbara Jansen:
Let's stop. I can hear the colleagues gossip.

Michael Springer:
Let's give them a reason for it then.

Thomas Springer:
[after drinking homemade wine] Michael, I'm poisoning myself for the company and you enjoy yourself.

Michael Springer:
That's the purpose of a company party, isn't it?

Thomas Springer:
Yes, for the others. For us it's duty. Mathilde hasn't danced once.

Michael Springer:
Well, that's where even the power of a city manager ends.

Thomas Springer:
Go on and dance with her. As a junior chef you have your duty too.

Michael Springer:
I heard that today already.

Pfarrer Himmelreich:
[with a smile, to the bishop] Esteemed Mr. Bishop, nice, that you drop by again. [seriously, later angry to the audience] Dear congregation, today I'm going to talk about the usurers. And about the rotten businessmen! And how they were kicked out of the temple.