Pieter:
Two months in a clinic?

Tom:
No, one month.

Pieter:
Oh, one month.

Tom:
Yes, because after that clinic I had to go to that institution.

Pieter:
Institution?

Tom:
Yes, to become friends with my manic depressive character.

Joep:
Leakage in the kitchen, where since forever a bowl is placed under. Why not have called a plumber? Well, you think, because Catweazle in the mean time got used to drink out of that bowl. Do you get that logic?

Pieter:
I rather, to be honest, want to select something from the nil-depot. That is a cellar under the town-hall where all the more or less written of art is stored. Most is garbage. 800 square metres full of uglyness, that really is bad Tom.

Tom:
For a moment I play the devil's advocate. If I was the municipality I'd sue you.

Pieter:
Why?

Tom:
Embezzlement.

Joep:
Embezzlement?

Tom:
Yes.

Pieter:
But you're not the devil's advocate, you're my lawyer.

Joep:
But, I really can't have that, Piet. In a week I am minister. A gay okay, but an embezzling gay really is impossible.