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Casper:
How many packs of toilet paper you got there?

Frank:
12, I think...

Casper:
That's 12 times 12 that's 144 rolls of toilet paper... You know what kind of signal you're sending?

Frank:
No, what?

Casper:
It's like this: "Hi, here I am, I sh*t all the time... I sh*t and sh*t and sh*t and sh*t and it takes me a year to get through my shitting."

Frank:
If I really am to step out of line, right? Then it has to be something really extraordinary. Then it has to be a true cr?me de la cr?me-experience!

Frank:
I didn't know black people could be interested in economy. They're interested in so many other things!

Casper:
It isn't art! It's crap!

Casper:
I'd rather have a dumb girl with nice breasts than a clever girl with dumb breasts.

Frank:
Remember the times in primary school when we named our willies? I named mine 'Oscar'.

Frank:
Hi, honey! This time I really screwed up. I've stolen a car!

Frank:
Mia, do you want to marry me?

Mia:
No, I don't! Get up, you're getting wet knees!

Frank:
Mia, do you want to marry me?

Mia:
No, I don't! Get up, you're getting your knees wet!

Frank:
We can't let a retard sit in our garden!

Casper:
Always assume that your mate is lying, and then back him up no matter what!

Claire:
Coffee?

Casper:
No, I don't want any damn coffee now! I want a gun, so I can blow your head off, that's what i want!

Police officer:
Your explanation doesn't add up!

Frank:
It adds up perfectly. I've shot a dead person!

Frank:
I deserve the Nobel Peace Prize, honey!

Mia:
As if!

Frank:
I do! I've united jews and muslims with a scratchcard!

Frank:
Just a glass of ros?!

Waiter:
Yes... a glass of ros?

Frank:
Yeees...

Casper:
Why the hell are you ordering ros??

Frank:
Don't they serve ros??

Casper:
Of course they serve ros?, but it's something... extremely sissy to drink!

Frank:
No! [laughing]

Casper:
Yes it is, it's like... gay water. If people see me sitting by some homosexual man, then they will put two and two together. Suddenly, I will fall into that homo... err... aura around me in here, where... this is my hunting ground!

Frank:
I didn't realize you were a torture victim or anything. I actually thought you were DJ!

Casper:
Allright, here's the plan: You've helped me practice that Haddock-role. We've swotted all night. Then you became tired, slept on the couch, got up and had a bath. It was at that point Mia called you and couldn't get through to you. Right? Afterwards, we had brunch, a big brunch, and that's why it's now half past nine. Okay? Is that clear?