Iedereen beroemd!

Jean Vereecken:
Trumpets!

Jean Vereecken:
Do you know how much she makes a year? A million, without gigs.

Willy Van Outreve:
So what?

Jean Vereecken:
You don't think that's a lot?

Willy Van Outreve:
Jean, others make a lot more than a million.

Jean Vereecken:
Yeah, but they're not sleeping in my car, are they?

Jean Vereecken:
[yelling at Willy] I thought I could count on you, goddamn it! Why did you get that stupid dog?

Willy Van Outreve:
Els was...

Jean Vereecken:
Who's Els?

Willy Van Outreve:
Debbie. Els is her real name.

Jean Vereecken:
I told you not to untie her or take off the blindfold! And no talking!

Willy Van Outreve:
She was hysterical! I had to do something.

Jean Vereecken:
I'll show you what you've done. [he turns on the TV] It's been on since seven a.m. Radio, TV! On every channel! Talking about that stupid dog!

Nieuwslezeres:
[Debbie's neighbor, on TV] I'll never forget it. He was a real gangster. A voyeur. Nobody's safe anymore. What are they going to do with our Debbie?

Debbie:
Hypocritical b*tch! She's always complaining about the music or the dog!

Jean Vereecken:
Shut up!

Nieuwslezer:
We will now show you a composite sketch of the suspect. [a police sketch comes on the TV, which looks nothing like Willy] He is a tall, thin man of North African descent.

Debbie:
That's typical of that stupid b*tch. Always blaming the Moroccans.

Jean Vereecken:
Can you please shut up!

Nieuwslezer:
We are following this story day and night, twenty-four hours a day.