:15:06
OK, anybody want some beer?
:15:17
No, leave some for later, Stoffe.
:15:23
I want my beer, Stoffe.
:15:29
That's enough. The rest is all mine.
:15:36
Hey, toss it here.
:15:58
I want it.
:16:02
-It's too big.
-Come on! Al Capone and his gang.
:16:09
Where's my malt?
:16:12
The opener.
:16:14
-It's over there.
-I'll have a Tuborg.
:16:16
Now, I'll show you.
:16:18
OK, that post over there: 190,000.
:16:21
Oh, I got beer on my arm.
:16:26
You've got beer in the bottle.
:16:30
-Who sees in Septober?
-That was poor.
:16:37
So what. Start twisting,
so you get warm.
:16:42
Where's the opener lying?
:16:44
It's not lying; it's in my hand.
:16:47
Who's in the hand?
:16:50
-Who's lying in Handen...
-...the police murderers.
:16:53
They're alright now,
:16:56
but they'll be alcoholics
when they're older.