Uncle Dimitri: (speaking in a gruff Eastern European accent) Come here, Julka, you beautiful filly!
Julia: Why are you speaking like that, Uncle, we're not Eastern European. Central European, perhaps, or Southern, as we are so close to the Adriatic. But not Eastern. And don't speak Slovenian, speak German! And don't call me Julka!
Uncle Dimitri: I can't help speaking like this. I've been dubbed into Slovenian by the same man who does all the European dubbed shows.
Julia: So why am I still speaking German?
Uncle Dimitri: Don't ask me. What do you expect from a kids' show with low production values. I'm already thinking of my next career move. My cousin Otto in Vienna does movies, only his have got donkeys in them.
Julia: I was in a film with a donkey once, and I didn't like it.
Uncle Dimitri: I enjoyed the one I was in.
Julia: Did you appear with boy donkeys or girl donkeys?
Uncle Dimitri: Girl donkeys of course, there's nothing queer about me! It's quite well paid, I can get you in if you like.
Julia: Ok, but tell him I want the money first, I'm not going to get caught out like that again. Do I need to take a blood test?
Uncle Dimitri: Not with donkeys, no, why do you ask?
Julia: I have got oxyphobia, a fear of sharp things. I have managed to avoid needles up to now. I'm seventeen years old, and I haven't felt a prick yet.
Uncle Dimitri: That's not what I've heard. Are you going to ride out to the pool to bathe today?
Julia: How did you know about that? I used to ride out to a rock pool each day to go skinny-dipping, but then I noticed that a local boy was watching me.
Uncle Dimitri: So now you ride out to the pool to bathe twice a day.
Julia: Don't be rude, or I shall beat you with my riding crop!
Uncle Dimitri: Promises, promises. I just love it when you talk to me in that stuck-up manner of yours. You posh girls are all the same.