Immigrant Carpenter:
Whining and grumbling until moss grows on his prick.
[to his assistant]
Immigrant Carpenter:
You'll have to do what Samuel Nojd did. Take one of the brown ones to do it.
Karl-Oskar:
I could never go to bed with an Indian woman.
Immigrant Carpenter:
You'd crawl over there, you too. Nothing wrong with the box, even if they're smallish.
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