Bon Bini Holland Page #3

...and then smearing his brains

all over the place? Or am I crazy?

A crowbar?

- Crowbar?

You want something with a crowbar.

Crowbar, crowbar...

That might be difficult.

Why cook every evening?

Just grab something out of the freezer.

Microwave some normal Dutch food.

Right?

They must have money growing on trees,

eating all those chickens.

Black or white?

Black or...'?

- How you want to get paid.

Black, right? In your case.

And then they say:

You're welcome to come and eat.

Well, I rang the doorbell live times

and just stood there.

How much do you think they pay?

- Who?

For those soccer players these days.

130 million a week! That's insane.

It's because of those Arabs.

A bit of water-piping behind the camel.

A bit oi soccer in the sandbox.

With their Qatar.

I'm fed up with it.

With all those Poles...

...and all those Caribbeans.

Not sure where they're all from.

Those guys are talented, don't get me wrong,

but they lack experience.

I personally still have

a very good left one.

Ouch. Dammit.

- Anita, shut your piehole!

So can't help you with this one either.

Right, this may be something.

It's been open for a long time.

Are you into food?

Because we can't find a single retard

for thisjob.

But looking at you,

this may be tailor-made for you.

How do you like your first day on the job?

- Funny how you idots call this a job.

Why not ask money for breathing?

Have the phone number of some babes?

Don't call. That's the police.

They'll deport me.

It's just positive discrimination.

We don't need another monkey.

Hajhesh, he just arrived in the Netherlands.

Be nice.

He's a monkey?

You're a monkey.

Oh, ram ram.

What kind of get-together is this?

Are you celebrating Independence Day?

What do you think? You're my nephew,

so you don't have to work?

Where's my Crispy Chicken Menu?

The customer is king, you know.

You can't just keep them waiting.

I'm off for 30 minutes.

To the bathroom.

Can I have the chicken wings...

...without the bones.

No, I'll have the chicken cheeseburger...

...without cheese.

What exactly don't you like

about this sandwich?

There is chicken on it.

What?

Everyone shits. Hello!

Beyonc shits.

Maxima shits. Your mother shits.

Seriously, though.

Kofi, how do you keep this up?

This job. How do you do that?

- Come on, Robertico. Stay positive.

It's better than where I came from.

I'm a refugee from a country

full of war and misery.

And now I can work here every day!

He destroyed my house,

now it's your turn!

Show me the money!

Hurry UP-

It's the day of the Lord!

Get up. It's Sunday,

the day of the Lord.

Hurry. Go, go, go.

But it's raining.

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