- Jean Vereecken: Do you know how much she makes a year? A million, without gigs.
- Willy Van Outreve: So what?
- Jean Vereecken: You don't think that's a lot?
- Willy Van Outreve: Jean, others make a lot more than a million.
- Jean Vereecken: Yeah, but they're not sleeping in my car, are they?
- Jean Vereecken: [yelling at Willy] I thought I could count on you, goddamn it! Why did you get that stupid dog?
- Willy Van Outreve: Els was...
- Jean Vereecken: Who's Els?
- Willy Van Outreve: Debbie. Els is her real name.
- Jean Vereecken: I told you not to untie her or take off the blindfold! And no talking!
- Willy Van Outreve: She was hysterical! I had to do something.
- Jean Vereecken: I'll show you what you've done.
- [he turns on the TV]
- Jean Vereecken: It's been on since seven a.m. Radio, TV! On every channel! Talking about that stupid dog!
- Nieuwslezeres: [Debbie's neighbor, on TV] I'll never forget it. He was a real gangster. A voyeur. Nobody's safe anymore. What are they going to do with our Debbie?
- Debbie: Hypocritical bitch! She's always complaining about the music or the dog!
- Jean Vereecken: Shut up!
- Nieuwslezer: We will now show you a composite sketch of the suspect.
- [a police sketch comes on the TV, which looks nothing like Willy]
- Nieuwslezer: He is a tall, thin man of North African descent.
- Debbie: That's typical of that stupid bitch. Always blaming the Moroccans.
- Jean Vereecken: Can you please shut up!
- Nieuwslezer: We are following this story day and night, twenty-four hours a day.