Tempo

Jojo:
Here, you dirty pig, take this!

Jojo:
Tonight I'll slit you open and wash my underwear in your blood.

Bastian:
We're out of milk, and bring some yogurt. I'll have a blueberry yogurt.

Jojo:
Then I'll spit into your split skull.

Jojo:
"30-2-60, ask for Jojo." Just great! What a pick-up line!

Clarissa:
My cruel father forbids our love. Maybe I should cut open his carotid artery. Should our love take a tragic ending, then I sure could fall in love with that exceptionally cute messenger.

Jojo:
I could cut off your balls and pickle them in vinegar!

Jojo:
[as the inner voice of Bernd] Dearest Clarissa, the weather depresses me, so I choose Seppuku, the extremely cruel kind of hara-kiri. Don't be sad. As consolation, have some wild sex with this really cute messenger - and you'd help him lose his burdensome virginity, for he has never been with a woman before.

Jojo:
Our generation surely does not suffer from the hampered sexual morality which stymied our parents.

Doris:
That means you and your generation do not have any problems with your sexuality?

Jojo:
Not really. I masturbate without any pangs.

Jojo:
Do you think they're having sex together?

Bastian:
No. He surely washes his car while she's fingering herself thinking of you.

Bernd:
Jojo is young, dumb and trusts me. That is a big mistake. Just now he told me under the oath of secrecy that he still is a virgin, yet he looks so juicy, right?

Clarissa:
Dear Jojo, dear homosexual friend, now I know why your kisses tasted stale. Well, let's remain good friends. You may pass by in women's clothes. I'm very liberal. Maybe we can swap. A shame I already killed my family who didn't accept our love. Kisses, Clarissa.