Spetters Page #3

or the front door will be locked. Bye.

-Bye.

-Leaving already?

He's not allowed to stay out late.

-What a dick.

-A limp one, as well.

-What do you mean?

-Truusje, We're getting started!

-I'll tell you later...

-Yes!

-Are you going to help me out here?

-I'll have a look around...

You have profaned the Lord's day again.

That was you sounding off your horn

in front of the church this morning.

I just wanted to say hello.

Just a little joke...

Come with me.

Your turn.

Had enough?

Turn off the lights.

-You can't stand here. Get out of here.

-Is that so? Why not?

You need a license.

-What's going on?

-A**hole.

We don't have a license.

We have to leave.

But we do have one.

It's inside.

My brother was mistaken.

But, why don't you come inside officer...

I'll show you the license

and make you a cup of coffee.

...MS8 reporting.

Nothing to see here.

Hello. You took care of it quickly...

well done...

-He'll be back.

-You spoil them.

What, do you think I like doing it?

You don't seem to mind.

He was a good-looking guy.

-Damnit, the tap doesn't work.

-I haven't attached it yet.

F***ing piece of junk...

I'd get out of this mess tomorrow if I could.

We're stuck here for the time being.

Is that right?

Move it, I want to sleep.

Sleep tight.

-Good night.

-Night, little sister.

(Horoscope)

-Hi. -Hi.

-Morning.

-Jesus, I'm still so sleepy.

-Snooze on then...

Look over there.

Hey, it's the guy from the race.

-Stop over.

-Why?

-I want to see if the girl is there.

-Do it tonight, we have to get to the job now.

F***ing job...

Go and get some groceries!

Go.

-Hey babe!

-Coming along?

Go wash yourselves first!

Hey, calm down will you?

Hey, set up your business over here?

-What a coincidence.

-Want to grab some coffee?

Maybe some other time.

Where's the local supermarket?

-Over there.

-There?

-Yes.

-See you around.

-Hey! I'm coming over for some fries soon!

-Sure!

Hello.

We've met before, right?

I wouldn't know.

You were at the race,

we met.

Oh, I don't remember.

Sure, when the redheaded guy won.

That will be twenty guilders and three cents.

Do you have three cents?

Sure.

Where does that guy live?

I don't know who you're talking about.

-But he was with you, right?

-Here you go. For free.

Next!

-Jaap!

-Yes?

-Your groceries.

-Thanks.

Eef! Eef,

where the hell are you?

-Here!

-Eef, you wanker!

-We have a surprise for you...

-We found something out.

Yeah, me too.

The chick from the snack bar showed up.

Yeah!

They set up business on 'The Brink.'

-Have you talked to her yet?

-Sure, we had some coffee.

What did she say?

She told me she thought I was hot.

-Sure...

-She likes dark men.

Just because she doesn't know me.

Wait till she gets a taste of me...

F*** off,

You already have a girlfied!

-Damn, we're not married.

-You have Maya, you a**hole.

-I'd like something else for a change.

-I'm nailing her.

After me, little Hans.

Then it's your turn.

Get in line, I'm first.

All of us can't do her at the same time.

-Well...

-Threesome? Pretty modern.

I won't be able to get it up

while you're watching.

-...or anytime for that matter.

-What are you talking about?

You have to scratch open that little

pimple of yours just to take a piss.

Watch out,

it's dangerous!

My little pimple is still

a lot bigger than your limp sausage.

Is that right?

Show me.

-You show me.

-I've got it...

...whoever has the biggest one

gets to screw the chick.

Wise guy.

-Are you serious?

-Of course. Seems fair, also for her.

She'll be riding first class.

Close the doors.

-Are you for real?

-Of course. Get the tape measure.

Come on.

I'm not doing this by myself.

Let's stretch them a little.

It's too cold in here.

It's not gonna work.

-How about I scratch your balls?

-That sounds nice.

Get off me, freak.

-Fifteen.

-Give it to me.

-Thirteen.

-I've never had any complaints.

No?

Right.

Won by a hair, I guess.

-Sorry.

-Ladies first...

So go ahead!

-Well, cheerio...

-Cheers.

Goes down like the word

of God in an elder.

-Hello.

-Hey, champion.

It's you. I didn't recognize you

with that silly cap on.

-Drink?

-I'll have some vieux.

He'll be champion sometime.

Famous, like Witkamp.

-Give it a rest old timer.

-And if he doesn't, no problem...

...He can take over my business

anytime he likes.

Whatever.

Maybe in twenty years time.

It's a nice place,

just needs to be modernized a little.

Like one of those disco bars,

you mean. Don't think so.

For your trophy collection.

A reminder of when we first met,

you helped me.

It's the brick...

I'm glad you like it.

It's not even the same brick,

the other one was yellow.

Is that so?

Maybe it's his brother.

Cheers.

I have to get back to work.

I'll see you around.

Bye.

-Shove off!

-Out of the way!

I'd like not one, not two...

...but three krokets.

And I'll have a large fries

with some of the brown goo on it!

-And you?

-A kroket.

-Mustard?

-No, it's just fine.

-Well, I thought you we're going to hit on her?

-Shall I do it?

-First my fries.

-Double fries with mayonaise!

-Your fries.

-Now make an effort...

Sir... go ahead.

(Surinam accent) Not to disturb you,

but I'd like you to fix a kroket...

We don't need any comedians around here!

-One kroket, I'll pay right away.

-Ok. 2.60

Oh, just leave it...

Thanks.

-Do you have anything planned for tonight?

-Sure. A lot of work.

-It's my turn!

-What will it be, boy?

A packet of chewing gum

and a meatball.

Here you go.

-But afterwards, when you get off from work?

-Then I'm going to bed. Alone.

Your large kroket is of no use to you now, is it?

-What's your problem, a**hole?!

-Watch it!

-Tasty kroket.

-Come on, you coward!

Rien, come over here.

There's someone who wants to talk to you...

-Hey Guys!

Guys!

The guy from televison is here,

on the track...

-He wants you guys for his TV show.

-We're going to be on TV!

Guys, to the race track!

-Where are you going?

-To the race track!

-So much for our customers.

-I'm going to take a look.

(announcer) # He's in first place

and there's only one Gran Prix left. #

# He doesn't even have to win it,

second or third place is enough. #

# So we can agree about one thing... #

# ...Gerrit Witkamp will be

world champion soon. #

# The TV station wants

to make a big event of it... #

# ...with a parade into town.

We want all of you to participate. #

# We need all of you,

with your bikes... #

# ...and of course we'll need hot chicks too.

'cause hot chicks will do well on TV.#

# Especially if they're as

good-looking as you are. #

-Hey, what do you think you're doing!

-You're already sold?

-To him.

-That's right.

# That's what I thought.

So, everyone is in? #

# It will be shown on Studio Sport,

four million viewers! #

-Four million viewers!

-We'll be on television!

-Ok, we're in!

-Yeah we'll do it!

# We'll discuss the details later,

alright? #

So Mr. Henkhof,

how much will you be paying us?

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