Call Girl

Kurt Nygren:
Thought you were the press officer, not a police officer.

Aspen:
Well... that thing with the ladies will have to be put under wraps. You, of all people, know what can happen when a situation gets sticky.

Dagmar Glans:
But... Am I to be accused, defended, and sentenced by my own clients?

Iris:
You've got a groovy moped.

Tompa:
Thanks.

Iris:
Can I have a ciggy?

Sonja Hansson:
Where're you off to?

Svante:
Don't know. Nowhere.

Sonja Hansson:
Can we come?

Dagmar Glans:
Damn it, so many guys have problems you knowI met this guy, who was impotent, and I said to him: "Give it a try with that girl, and then let's see if your impotent." Huh? They can't screw their own wives. Sh*t, sometimes Ive been thinking, maybe I should just call the the wives, have a chat with them, To fix it for them. But I only work with their old men so...

Dagmar Glans:
We'll have another bottle. One for the girls as well.

Iris:
What does one of those cost? A real lot, I'll bet.

Dagmar Glans:
Aren't you the cutest.

Iris:
Me? There's not much special about me.

Dagmar Glans:
You're an extremely special girl. Do you like the clothes? I picked them out myself.

Iris:
They're really nice

Dagmar Glans:
Yeah. I only want you to have the best. Nothing off the rack.

Roy:
Don't open this can of worms.