Parasite (2019)

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 : [referring to a business card given to him by Ki-taek] Anyway, I can give this card to my wife, right?

Ki-taek : Yes, that's why I brought it up. No need to mention me. You can tell her you found the company yourself.

Dong Ik : Sure. Thanks to you I can play the good husband.

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?