Georg Adniel Kiir: Toots, get down from there, you'll break apart!
Joosep Toots: No. Listen, iron my right calf, I think I'm having a cramp!
Joosep Toots: [Kiir starts to massage the leg]
Joosep Toots: [starts laughing] Oh! You bastard, don't tickle!
Parish clerk: But... What will be the baby's name?
Papa Kiir: [gives some money clumsily to the clerk and then reads from the paper] Kolumbus Krisostomus!
Parish clerk: Say what?
Papa Kiir: Kolumbus Krisostomus.
Parish clerk: Oh... *Oh!* I see! But... You see... Kolumbus was a family name and Krisostomus is also a very old and strange name. This won't suit at all!
Papa Kiir: [confused] This... won't... do... at... all?
Parish clerk: No.
Papa Kiir: [angrily] Bloody hell! Sorry. Katarina Rosalie! Katarina Rosalie!
Parish clerk: Hah!
Georg Adniel Kiir: [when Toots is trying to climb to the top shelf to get some booze] You shouldn't!
Joosep Toots: There are many things in the world that people shouldn't do, but they do it anyway!
Joosep Toots: In our place rats took cabbage iron away and didn't return it after all.
Parish clerk: What are you talking? A rat cannot move cabbage iron, even less take it away!
Joosep Toots: But maybe there were many of them?