Julefrokosten Page #4

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When in fact

you'rejust a mechanic.

It was worth a shot.

It's like I always say:

Aim higher.

Aim for the stars.

As I recall

you hit the ground.

Yeah...

I think I left my eggnog over there.

- I'm sorry!

- Hi.

- Shall I close the door?

- No thanks.

I suffer from a fear

of confined spaces.

Could you hand me some tissue?

I'll probably need it.

Just put it on my thigh.

Thank you.

Welcome everyone

to our grand Christmas party.

I made the food,

and there's something for everyone.

Spiced herring for Torben,

pickled eggs for you, Wussy -

- spareribs for you, Bulldog,

chicken legs for Allan -

- curry bratwurst for you, Stella

and fish fingers for Nico.

- Sirloin for Dad.

- Thanks, sweetie.

I hope Anders Bo and Polina

like...

I have something

Polina will like!

I didn't know you'd be here,

but the rest of you get your favourites.

- Did I forget you, Frans?

- Yes. But it's okay.

Yes.

Bulldog, here you go.

No, you don't like salad, Bulldog.

No! It's for me. This is for you.

- Eat this first, okay?

- Bulldog!

- Huh?

- That's what she said!

- Where do you come from?

- I was born here.

- But Dad moved me to Copenhagen.

- So, in a way you've come home?

- Do you still know people here?

- My mom's at Shady Oakes.

I was supposed to see her tonight.

- Pork, pork and more pork!

- Your fish fingers are right there.

Where's the caviar and champagne?

I thought this was a party.

- I think it's delicious.

- I'm just calling a spade a spade!

If you can't see this buffet lacks

stature, you're in the right place.

- Is he always like that?

- No, he's usually quite obnoxious.

I heard that Mastodont hired some

fancy salesguy from Copenhagen.

- Copenhagen! How lame is that?

- Pretty lame.

For 2 years I've been

waiting for an opening at Mastodont.

- I think you did great.

- Thank you.

- Where did you work before?

- Not in Copenhagen!

- What do you mean?

- In Ringsted.

At Verner's.

Then you must know

that old fart Bjarni!

No, I don't think so.

He must've started after I left.

No, he's been there for 20 years,

ever since he left Iceland.

- Bjarni!

- Ah! That Bjarni! Sure, I know him.

- Goddam, he's messed up.

- He sure is.

We were

so many guys at Verner's, so...

No, there's just the two of them.

Right... but he's not

the kind'a guy one remembers.

Isn't he wearing

the eye patch anymore?

- I gotta pee. Wanna hold it for me?

- Funny.

Dear, everyone.

I am feeling...

... very, very, very poorly.

I'm sorry but I must leave.

- So early?

- Yes.

- We're not even pissed yet!

- Frans, you hardly ate anything.

No, but... I'm sure

you'll be fine without me... yes.

- You got that last part right!

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