Kim: Hans Brix? Oh, no.
Oh, herro,
great to see you again, Hans.
Hans: Mr. II, I was supposed to be allowed
to inspect your palace today, and your guards won’t let me into certain areas.
Kim: Hans, Hans, Hans. We’ve been through this a dozen times. I don’t have any weapons of mass destruction, okay, Hans?
Hans: Then let me look around so I can ease the U.N.’s collective mind.
Kim: Hans, you’re breaking my barrs here. Hans, you’re breaking my barrs.
Hans: I’m sorry, but the U.N. must be
firm with you. Let me see your whole palace or else.
Kim: Or else what?
Hans: Or else we will be very, very angry with you. And we will write you a letter telling you how angry we are.
Kim: Okay, I’ll show you, Hans.
You ready?
Stand a rittle to your reft.
A rittle more.
Good.
There you go, Hans Brix.
How you rike that,
you f-—ing c-—s-——?
Do you have any idea
how f-—ing busy I am, Hans Brix?
Well, f-— you.
You want inspection?
Well, inspect that, you b-—f—ing piece of s-—.