A Storm for Christmas #1.1

David - The Traveller: That's the thing about hot dogs. What you put on a hot dog gives insight into what type of person you are. There are all kinds of sausages, right?
Ronja - The Priest: Sure.
David - The Traveller: Chorizo, bratwurst, wiener. But, you see... hm... a perfect, Norwegian hot dog packed with, you know, prawn salad, crispy onions and... pppppbth! And a small dollop of ketchup. And pbth! Some spicy mustard.
Ronja - The Priest: Oh, yeah.
David - The Traveller: Potato cake on top, that's on the same level as salted lamb ribs and chocolate-covered wafers. That's Norwegian.

Kine - The Service Assistant: You know if you get caught smoking, you can be banned from the airport?
Arthur Berg - The Pianist: That doesn't surprise me.

Marius - The Bartender: That'll be 109.
Arthur Berg - The Pianist: 109? The hell's in that beer, huh?
David - The Traveller: Pure joy in every single drop, man.
Arthur Berg - The Pianist: Yeah, more like extortion if you ask me.

David - The Traveller: Uh, was this your first negative review ever?
Arthur Berg - The Pianist: No, but it... it has a point, honestly.
David - The Traveller: Which is?
Arthur Berg - The Pianist: That it has a point.
David - The Traveller: And what is that point?
Arthur Berg - The Pianist: It's not important. Nothing comes after that damn point.
David - The Traveller: Mmm. Well, seems to me like you see it as a dead end. However, this point leaves your next direction up to you. You can reject the point, follow the point, go off in some new direction. It's all up to you, where to be.

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