O'Hellige Jul!

Eline: ...from the German word "Krampen" which means "claw". And he had...

Per-Ingvar: Magne, you seem to be getting hard. Are you ready for it to come off?

Magne: Mphmff.

Per-Ingvar: I know what you are saying. Strange how hard it was to get this off.

Eline: Did you use enough Vaseline?

Per-Ingvar: Oh no.

Magne: Fucking dirty Laplander!

Per-Ingvar: We just have to tear it off. Ready? One, two, three! What was that?

Magne: My beard! Fuck, that hurts.

Per-Ingvar: I'm really sorry about that. But one more pull and it's over.

Magne: I hate you.

Per-Ingvar: Alright. One, two, three. Your eyebrows?

Magne: Yes.

Per-Ingvar: With beard and eyebrows gone, I'm sure the worst is over. Ready?

Magne: No.

Per-Ingvar: Great. One, two, three! What is that?

Magne: My eyelashes. Fuck! Now I got a piece of plaster in my eye too.

Eline: Are you all right?

Per-Ingvar: Yes, this is nothing.

Magne: Nothing? You have tortured me... disfigured me and made me blind on one eye... and permanently mummified my head! Get this fucking shit off of me now!

Per-Ingvar: Okay. One...

Magne: No fucking counting!

Magne: Have I lost all my fucking facial hair?

Per-Ingvar: No, there's still some left... and the rest of it is right here in your mask.