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Nikander:
[Nikander and Ilona are in a restaurant] Do you find it dull here? With me, I mean?

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Why?

Nikander:
Just asking?

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Take it easy, Nikander! Everything is OK today. I don't know about tomorrow. Maybe the weather will turn, or something. What do you want from me anyway?

Nikander:
Who? Me?

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Yes, you!

Nikander:
Do you want to have more wine?

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Answer me!

Nikander:
I don't want anything from anyone. I'm Nikander. Ex-butcher, now a carbage truck driver. Bad teeth and stomach, liver is hanging on! More than I can say about my head. No use asking what I want.

Ilona Rajam?ki:
I only asked.

Nikander:
You're welcome!

Ilona Rajam?ki:
It's cold in here.

Nikander:
I haven't paid attention to it.

Ilona Rajam?ki:
How much for a single?

Hotel receptionist:
300 marks, with breakfest!

Ilona Rajam?ki:
And without?

Hotel receptionist:
The same.

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Il'll take it.

Hotel receptionist:
No way.

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Why?

Hotel receptionist:
We're full.

Nikander:
[Nikander meets Ilona and the third man] How are you, old man?

Third Man:
Alright.

Nikander:
Want me to smash your face?

Third Man:
No.

Nikander:
Get lost then, we've got to talk.

Pelle:
[in Swedish] Do you have a cigarette, friend?

Nikander:
[in English] Not for you.

[first lines]

Nikander:
Friday!

Co-worker:
[co-worker is offering Nikander a drink] You want?

Nikander:
I'm driving.

Co-worker:
Listen, Nikander. We've been a team quite a while. But I've been doing this for 25 years. I'm getting tired and so is my heart.

Nikander:
What's the matter with it?

Co-worker:
What ever.

Co-worker:
I've got an idea - my own company. Five trucks to start with...

Nikander:
What does it end?

Co-worker:
The sky is the limit. The state and the banks will back us. I know everything about this game, but I'm not going to die behind the wheel.

Nikander:
Where, then?

Co-worker:
Behind a desk. And I need a good foreman.

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Let's go!

Nikander:
Where?

Ilona Rajam?ki:
For a drive, out of Helsinki.

Nikander:
What, now?

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Yes.

Nikander:
Ok. But I must see a friend first.

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Why?

Nikander:
That's none of your business.

Shop Steward:
No one can predict how the market forces change. Sometimes you have too much stuff, sometimes too little. But I can say that I'd had to keep you here with us.

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Sure.

Shop Steward:
But there's nothing I can do about it. I just sit here and watch sales graph. There is a new supermarket somewhere around here with all their special offers and so on... So our sales will go down temporarily. You're the only one on probationary period and that's why you have to go. The supermarket's is a merciless machine. I hope you understand.

Ilona Rajam?ki:
Your daughter finishes school in two weeks. She needs a job. You don't fool me.