: You don't threaten me with that animal! Please point that giraffe in another direction so we can get back to a pretty normal dialogue! Holger: You'll never get behind counter, Svend. You know why? You sweat too much. Svend Swet. Holger: [about sausages] I don't know if you can think of any greater humiliation than to be stuffed in your own arse. Svend: Taste this marinade. Bjarne: No. Svend: Smell this marinade. Bjarne: I smoke 20 joints a day. I couldn't smell it if my hair was on fire. Svend: [the workers are hanging up a sign] No. It's crooked again. Are you really unable to see that? Håndværker: Give me a break. It looks fine Svend: Fine? Is fine okay? I don't think so... let me tell you, you can't drink 19 beers and then judge whether something is straight, I tell you that! Now do it over! Bjarne: [Bjarne comes out of the car] It's nice and straight now, huh? It looks fine. Håndværker: Thank you. Svend: Yeah... Now it's okay. Secure it properly. Svend: I don't feel like seeing a lot of people right now. Bjarne: Then don't go into the cooler. Svend: Tina dammit... My parents died when I was a baby. Tina: Stop with the parents already! Bjarne: I haven't got any tea... But I got lots of pot if that's okay? Astrid: That's fine!