- Carmen: Pascale, you have no idea how happy Bieke is. She claims she's never been happier.
- Pascale: Really?
- Carmen: You won't believe it but she loves to drink a glass of wine with dinner. She's so easy to be with.
- Pascale: See? What did I tell you, Oscar?
- Oscar: [keeps reading his newspaper near the counter] She must have changed.
- Carmen: I don't mean to pry but I simply don't get why you're on completely different pages with her.
- Pascale: We're not on different pages.
- Oscar: She's on different pages with us.
- Carmen: I'm not surprised.
- Oscar: What's that supposed to mean?
- Carmen: Yesterday, I've read there's no such thing as troubled kids, though there are troubled parents. Anyway, bye.
- [she leaves]
- Pascale: See? I always said you're too tough on her.
- Oscar: You always said I wasn't strict enough. It's you and your whining.
- Pascale: Oh, I've done it again! And you? You're always being angry over nothing!
- [she storms off]
- Oscar: [speaks up madly] I'm angry, you say? I'm the least angry person on this planet!
- [to team mascot Jefke]
- Oscar: And you have to shut up, alright?
- Bieke: Pico, I was thinking maybe I could rent your apartment after you guys have moved out.
- Pico: We haven't found another house yet.
- Bieke: I can't stand those old nags anymore.
- Pico: I understand, Bieke. It's not easy living at home at your age.
- Bieke: Everything I do is wrong.
- Pico: You know, you need some young people to move in with. That's what you need. Some people who understand you, you know, with whom you feel good.
- Bieke: Pico, you're the best. Come here.
- [she gives him a kiss on his cheek]
- Bieke: Until I find my own apartment, okay?
- Pico: You mean move in here?
- Bieke: Yes, you can convince Doortje, right?
- Pico: Yes but...
- Doortje: [she enters the apartment with a bread] Oh hello. Bieke, you're here so early?
- Pico: Bieke had an argument at home.
- Bieke: They treat me like a toddler.
- Pico: We have to help her.
- Doortje: Sure. Hi, Billie.
- Bieke: That's nice of you of you guys.
- Doortje: Friends should help each other. You can have our old armchair. And she can have that old TV too, huh Pico?
- Pico: Bieke actually means that she moves in here until she has found her own place.
- Doortje: Here with us?
- Bieke: Yes, right Pico?
- Pico: Well, it's to say...
- Doortje: And where should she sleep? In the middle of the bed or on your side?
- Pico: I don't want you to get the wrong idea, you know.
- Doortje: You really don't have to as well, do you? When she's in bed next to you? Go ahead, start practicing. Pasha!
- [she storms off]
- Oscar: Thanks again for all the stuff, Mr. President.
- Boma: Don't mention it. As long as she's not coming to live with me.
- Oscar: Fine. Then let's get on with it.
- Pico: Good. I'll set up my workbench.
- Boma: [sarcastically] Coppens. Don't strain yourself, uh.
- Pico: What? Are you going to cut the bookshelf planks then?
- Boma: [he ignores him] All hard work is for the strong men again.
- [pokes Oscar in the belly]
- Oscar: Auw.
- Boma: Take the couch first. You take the back, I take the front. You have to lift, Oscar.
- Oscar: I'm trying.
- [they put it down]
- Pico: Looks like the strong men still have to eat a lot of spinach.
- Boma: Coppens, you cut planks.
- Pascale: [opening lines] Bea*trijs*, get up!
- Oscar: Is she still in bed? Me, back in the day...
- Pascale: You allowed her too much.
- Oscar: Sure, it's my fault again.
- Pascale: Before you know it, she'll get into real trouble.
- Oscar: Pascale, don't exaggerate will you?
- Pascale: Here it is. What did I tell you? A letter for her from the police.
- Oscar: Oh boy. And, what does it say?
- Pascale: Fines. One for excessive speed. And one for insulting an official on duty.
- Oscar: What? Bea, come down right away! This will be handled quickly. Bea?
- Bieke: [she enters from the kitchen, dressed up] Yes, what's the matter?
- Oscar: Ah there you are. You're up.
- Bieke: *Still* up, you mean.
- Pascale: Where have you been?
- Bieke: To a Publitime reception. I stayed a little longer.
- Pascale: A little? The whole night.
- Oscar: Surely we can't ask what you've been doing there, can we?
- Bieke: That might be for the better, yes.
- Pascale: You should be ashamed, Bieke.
- Bieke: Why?
- Pascale: [she shows her the fines] Here's why. You don't think we're going to pay for that, do you?
- Oscar: Yeah forget about that.
- Bieke: How dare you open my mail?
- Oscar: Mind your manners, will you?
- Bieke: I don't have any privacy, do I? This place is worse than prison.
- Pascale: Apparently *that's* for the better.
- Bieke: You forget I'm an adult.
- Oscar: Then behave like one.
- Bieke: If it's like this, I'm out of here.
- [she stands up to leave]
- Pascale: Then you should do that.
- Oscar: Yes, then we'd finally get rid of you!
- Pascale: Oscar, don't yell at your daughter like that.
- Pascale: Here you are.
- Xavier: Alright, Mr. President. Cheers.
- Boma: Cheers.
- [they share a drink]
- Xavier: Mr. President, Carmen said she discovered an attic in your house.
- Boma: Yeah no wonder, it's an impressive piece as well. Way too big, you must know. Did you know there are rooms I've never been in?
- [Pascale rolls her eyes, Doortje enters]
- Doortje: Pascale, I thought you raised your daughter better than this.
- Pascale: Excuse me?
- Doortje: Because you guys are arguing, she shouldn't be destroying families, right?
- Pascale: What are you talking about?
- Doortje: She wants to *steal* my Pico.
- Pascale: Please, Bieke doesn't do such a thing.
- Doortje: Ask her yourself.
- Pascale: Alright, I'll do that. Bea*trijs*?
- Boma: Well, what's this we're hearing from Bieke?
- Pascale: Balthazar, you don't understand. You don't have children.
- Bieke: [Bieke enters the cafe from the kitchen] What?
- Pascale: What were you doing at Pico and Doortje's?
- Bieke: Nothing. Pico suggested staying there.
- Doortje: I suppose so. If you look at him with your cow eyes.
- Bieke: Well, should you always look at those stupid glasses then?
- Boma: [he laughs] Ladies, be a little polite, huh?
- [Dimitri enters the cafe]
- Dimitri: Good evening everyone. Bieke, I need to talk to you about an ad in Publitime. I'm renting out a room. Maybe you're interested?
- Xavier: She's got better addresses, Dimitri. Like the luxury room of a sausage producer.
- Boma: Hey she'd be blessed.
- [as Dimitri looks disappointed]
- Boma: Wall-to-wall carpeting everywhere, a hot tub, a sauna. Great luxury, that is.
- Bieke: Alright, then I'll move in with you. That way Pico will remain virginal.
- Boma: [in French] C'est arrangé. A young chick and I. Let her rip.
- [he laughs]
- Xavier: Right, and you give her one of those rooms you've never been to.
- Doortje: [to Bieke] Sleep where you want, but not in my bed.
- Boma: No, it's gonna be mine.
- [he's in stitches again]
- Pascale: Balthazar, can I talk to you for a second?
- [Boma and Pascale head for the living room]
- Dimitri: Bieke, here you go.
- [he offers her a lease agreement]
- Pascale: Balthazar, sit down. I'm going to tell you one thing. If you even think about taking her in, I'll never look at you again.
- Boma: Pascale, I was just fooling around there. I don't want her to come live with me. I can be her father.
- Pascale: Alright then. I can understand her threatening to leave home. But doing it effectively?
- Boma: You can count on me.
- [she starts crying]
- Boma: Pascale, come here.
- [he comforts her, Bieke catches them]
- Boma: I'm here as a counselor, you know.
- Bieke: They all say that. So what's it gonna be? Are you renting to me?
- Boma: [he gets up from the couch, he approaches her] Bieke. I can understand that you threaten to leave home. But do it effectively?
- Bieke: I get it already. But don't think I'm changing my mind. Before I go, one more thing. Continue to counsel my mother, would you?