Lee Sun-kyun credited as playing...
Dong-ik
- Dong Ik: Why such a craving for braised ribs today? Our old housekeeper made delicious ribs.
- Ki-taek: The one who quit this week?
- Dong Ik: My wife wouldn't even tell me why she quit. Sure, it's easy enough to hire a new one. Still, it's a shame. She was a great housekeeper.
- Ki-taek: I see.
- Dong Ik: She kept the house in great shape, and she knew never to cross the line. I can't stand people who cross the line. Perhaps just one weak point? Eating too much. She always ate enough for two. But considering all the work she did...
- Ki-taek: Then you better find someone new. A new housekeeper.
- Dong Ik: We're in trouble now. In a week, our house will be a trash can. My clothes will start to smell. My wife has no talent for housework. She's bad at cleaning, and her cooking's awful.
- Ki-taek: Still, you love her, right?
- Dong Ik: [laughing] Of course. I love her. We'll call it love.
- Dong Ik: Wait a minute. Where's that smell coming from?
- Park Yeon-kyo: What smell?
- Dong Ik: Mr. Kim's smell.
- Park Yeon-kyo: Mr. Kim?
- Dong Ik: Yeah.
- Park Yeon-kyo: Not sure what you mean.
- Dong Ik: Really? You must have smelled it. That smell that wafts through the car, how to describe it?
- Park Yeon-kyo: An old man's smell?
- Dong Ik: No no, it's not that. What is it? Like an old radish? No. You know when you boil a rag? It smells like that. Anyway, even though he always seems about to cross the line, he never does cross it. That's good. I'll give him credit.
- Park Yeon-kyo: Yeah.
- Dong Ik: But that smell crosses the line. It powers through right into the back seat.
- Park Yeon-kyo: How bad can it be?
- Dong Ik: I don't know. It's hard to describe. But you sometimes smell it on the subway.
- Park Yeon-kyo: It's been ages since I rode a subway.
- Dong Ik: People who ride the subway have a special smell.
- Dong Ik: You still have those cheap panties? Huh? The ones Yoon's girlfriend left behind. If you wear those, I'll get really fucking hard.
- Park Yeon-kyo: Really? Then buy me drugs. Buy me drugs!
- Dong Ik: Eat this instead.
- Dong Ik: God, I can't believe I'm doing this at my age. It's so embarrassing. I'm really sorry, Mr. Kim. Da-song's mom insisted, it can't be helped. But the concept is simple. There'll be a parade with Jessica carrying a birthday cake. Then we jump out and attack Jessica. Swinging our tomahawks!
- Ki-taek: Right.
- Dong Ik: Just then, Da-song the good Indian will jump out and we'll do battle. Finally he'll save Jessica the cake princess, and they'll all cheer. Something like that. Silly, isn't it?
- Ki-taek: I guess your wife likes events and surprises.
- Dong Ik: Yeah, she does. But she's particularly into this party.
- Ki-taek: You're trying your best, too. Well, you love her, after all.
- Dong Ik: Mr. Kim. You're getting paid extra. Think of this as part of your work, okay?
- Ki-taek: [helping Dong-ik to find a new housekeeper] Then would this help?
- [Ki-taek hands Dong-ik a business card from The Care]
- Dong Ik: The Care? What is this?
- Ki-taek: I just recently found out about them. How to describe it? It's like a membership service. The company provides veteran-grade help to VIP customers such as you. For example maids, caregivers, or drivers like myself.
- Dong Ik: You can tell from the card they're high-class. Cool design. Then how do you know about this company?
- Ki-taek: They contacted me as a veteran-grade driver. You might say they scouted me? But when their call came I had already arranged to meet with you.
- Dong Ik: I see... You turned down this famous company to work for me. I won't forget that.
- Dong Ik: [handing Yeon-kyo an envelope containing panties] Honey. This was under my car seat. Driver Yoon is such a scumbag.
- Park Yeon-kyo: [looking at the panties] What is this? I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know he was this kind of guy.
- Dong Ik: Don't you pay him well? Is he saving up by not paying for a motel?
- Park Yeon-kyo: He must be a pervert. He likes it in the car. Oh, that's gross. In his boss' car!
- Dong Ik: A young guy's sex life is his own business, that's all fine. But why in my car? And if so, why not in his seat? Why cross the line like that?
- Park Yeon-kyo: You're right.
- Dong Ik: Does dripping his sperm on my seat turn him on?
- Park Yeon-kyo: I can't believe this.
- Dong Ik: But you know what's strangest of all?
- Park Yeon-kyo: What?
- Dong Ik: Usually if you have car sex, you might leave behind a strand of hair, or an earring.
- Park Yeon-kyo: Right.
- Dong Ik: But how can you forget your own panties?
- Park Yeon-kyo: That's right. It's hard to overlook.
- Dong Ik: So it makes me quite suspicious of this woman's condition. You get me?
- [Dong-ik whispers in Yeon-kyo's ear]
- Park Yeon-kyo: [alarmed] Oh my... meth or cocaine?
- Dong Ik: Shh! The kids!
- Park Yeon-kyo: What do we do? What if anyone finds white powder in your car?
- Dong Ik: Calm down, relax. Relax. For now it's just supposition. A rational guess. But no need to call the police.
- Park Yeon-kyo: Not that!
- Dong Ik: Still, for a busy man like me to ask, 'Why are you fucking in my car?'
- Park Yeon-kyo: Exactly.
- Dong Ik: So instead... Can you just invent some bland excuse to let him go?
- Park Yeon-kyo: Okay sure.
- Dong Ik: No need to mention panties or car sex. We don't need to stoop to that level, do we?
- Park Yeon-kyo: Surely not! But what if he goes online and accuses us...
- Dong Ik: Just give him a good severance.