- Onno: This weirdo has some really strange crap. Where is he, anyway? What's his name, the birthday boy?
- Nina: Eh... eh... Toon. Elise said he could arrive any minute.
- Onno: Toon?
- Nina: Yeah, Toon.
- Onno: How about all this weird shit?
- Nina: What's weird about it?
- Onno: Only a loser would live like this. Am I right? I think he's a loser.
- Toon: Yeah.
- Onno: Exactly. Elise said it herself.
- Nina: No, she said "a bit socially inept."
- Onno: Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. Same thing.
- Elise: You never celebrate birthdays, so I thought I'd do it for you this time; but, I only landed yesterday and I don't know your friends, so I thought I'd just invite mine. They're really fun, and it's a chance for you to meet some new people.
- Toon: Great fun. Cool. And this way it's also kind of like a welcome home party for you.
- DJ Helmer: They have no sense of personal space, none at all, so they just stand right in your aura. You don't understand it at first, but then the penny drops. Before you know it, there you are with six guys shitting in a ditch together. They're so open over there.
- Toon: [pressured by party girls to play a song] There is no song! I have zero songs. Exactly none. Because everyone is so persistent, I'll play my entire repertoire. It starts with number nil and ends with number, well, nil. Okay? Here it goes.
- [stands silently and glares for a moment]
- Toon: Thank you, Amsterdam.
- Ab: [saving Toon from a problem] The landlord called and the front door key is taken care of, but the one upstairs - with the pink tab? - it's apparently difficult to copy, so he's coming to bring one tomorrow.