Witte, De
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:18:01
Farmer Coene can go to hell.
- Don't be rude. Get going.

:18:07
Come here, lad. Let me comb your hair.
You have to arrive neat and tidy.

:18:14
Coene? You act as if he's royalty.
- And be polite.

:18:24
Come on. Come on.
:18:39
Hey, I suppose
you came round via Averbode?

:18:43
No, boss Coene.
The master asked me to help him.

:18:47
He keeps you talking.
- We don't do any talking here.

:18:51
We work.
Put those sacks against the wall.

:18:57
And then come inside.
- Right away.

:19:00
Don't put that horse in the stable.
I've got to go out.

:19:33
Did you put those sacks where I asked?
- Yes, both of them neatly in a row.

:19:41
Listen, Fransoos.
- My name's not Fransoos.

:19:46
And why isn't it Fransoos?
- Because it's Lewie, that's why.

:19:53
Fransoos or Lewie.
Makes no difference to me.

:19:58
Lewie, I talked to your father.

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