Chantal: Where's Dimitri?
Doortje: Mister De Tremmerie's not here.
Chantal: When does he come back?
Doortje: I wouldn't know.
Chantal: I had an appointment with him.
Doortje: That's a pity for you then.
[Dimitri comes from upstairs]
Dimitri: [to his cardboard woman called Jacqueline on the stairs] Hi Jacqueline, are you okay? Me too, thank you.
Chantal: Look who's there. What a surprise. Hi Dimitri. Doortje said you were out.
Dimitri: What do you mean, Doortje? I'm here right?
Doortje: You weren't there just now, were you?
[he looks surprised]
Dimitri: How can I be of assistance?
Chantal: I'm coming for my car.
Dimitri: Your car isn't ready yet. It takes a lot of work, you see, all those dents.
Chantal: Thank you, Doortje. Now that Dimitri's here, I don't need you anymore.
Dimitri: Yes, Doortje. Just keep working, alright.
Chantal: We can handle it alone.
[Doortje walks back to the office, angry at their childishness towards her]
Chantal: So Dimitri, my car isn't ready, huh?
Dimitri: It'll be alright 'cause 'at DDT everyone's happy'.
[he laughs, she inspects the red Toyota Celica]
Chantal: Nice. Very nice.
Dimitri: You can have it at a give-away price.
Chantal: Oh yeah? Why?
Dimitri: 'Cause it's you.
Chantal: Maybe Balthasar will buy it for me.
Dimitri: You take the words out of my mouth.
Chantal: At least if he sold the football ground.
Dimitri: Will he sell?
Chantal: Of course, but he himself doesn't know it yet.
Dimitri: Am I eligible as a buyer?
Chantal: As far as I'm concerned, yes.
Dimitri: Well, you can take the car for a test drive. Here you go.
[he looks at her legs, then he's serious again]
Dimitri: I'll get the keys.
[he goes to his office]
Dimitri: Doortje, give me the keys of that 'sports car', will you.
Doortje: Take them yourself.
Dimitri: What's the matter with you, Doortje?
Doortje: [cynically] I don't know. I'm suffering from the falling leaves, aren't I?
Dimitri: [witty] And does that hurt?
Doortje: No, but what does hurt, huh Dimitri, is that you do business with that person over there. She's a bad woman.
Dimitri: It doesn't matter, does it? It's a bad car I'm selling her, anyway.