Re: Sebastian Vettel
Postano: 02.09.2015., 12:37
Peti (zadnji) dio prijevoda
Host: So how about that ice cream? Shall we do that? I’ll just do it. We’re even at a proper gas station:
Seb: Exactly. That’s perfect. *unbuckling belt*
Host: It’s ok, I’ll get it.
Seb: It’s ok. I’ll drive.
Host: You’re sick of me!
*random people driving by, greeting the host*
Host: They don’t have a clue!
Seb: GRIP, he shouted. He recognised you, but not me. *grabs milk chocolate ice cream*
Host: I brought a white one… [so we have choices]
Seb: Look! We almost hit them. This one’s died already. No more battery.
Host: This one’s the second one. It has us both. That’s good. Now we’ll have some ice cream. *offers to take Seb’s litter*
Seb: Thanks. How much do I owe you?
Host: Nothing!
Seb: Did they have it for free?
Host: Yes!
Seb: I have to call my boys so they can all go there. Thank you.
Host: You’re welcome. So. Delicious ice cream with Sebastian Vettel. That’s a nice way to enjoy the break between races, isn’t it?
Seb: She wanted one too!
Host: I’ll buy her one later. It’s the camera woman Luzie. She’ll get one later too. Does that even fit into your diet?
Seb: No. But all right…
Host: Is your trainer freaking out now?
Seb: How is he supposed to know?
Host: This will probably be shown on TV.
Seb: Thank god he doesn’t speak German.
Host: Ok.
Seb: But he also doesn’t need to speak German in order to see me eating ice cream.
Host: But he won’t be watching German TV.
Seb: No. But ice cream won’t kill anyone.
Host: Are you in the mood to do a little more “Poesiealbum” ? [In Germany at school you pass around a book amongst classmates for them to write or draw something personal for you]
Seb: *confused*
Host: We’ve had your favourite hobbies. Favourite ice cream? Chocolate and vanilla inside. Favourite dish?
Seb: Pasta.
Host: Pasta?
Seb: “Passt ja, doesn’t it?” (he made a German pun… it means kinda “that’s a match”)
Host: *doesn’t get it*
Seb: Pasta, passt ja. [he was way too proud of himself…]
Host: With meat or without?
Seb: With tomato sauce. Or Bolognese, that’s fine too.
Host: So it’s really Bolognese or no meat? [tbh at this point I don’t think the guy had a clue what else to talk about] Good, nice tomato sauce… Napoli?
Seb: Or Wiener Schnitzel.
Host: And what about *makes up some really expensive fancy dish*
Seb: Salmon with sorbet?! *teasingly* I’ve never had salmon with sorbet.
Host: I was just making something up.
Seb: *Laughs* [he was totally on to him]
Host: So fancy cuisine is nothing for you? Maybe occasionally?
Seb: It depends. There are some delicious things but usually I prefer something proper.
Host: Breakfast? First Nutella and jam? Then sausages?
Seb: Porridge!
Host: Porridge? With Water?
Seb: Yes.
Host: Not with milk.
Seb: Water.
Host: And some fruits?
Seb: Yes. Berries, nuts, yeah. It’ll make up for the ice cream.
Host: Favourite animal?
Seb: Favourite animal? Dog.
Host: Do you have one?
Seb: Yes. A labrador.
Host: What else…
Seb: It used to be a tiger. [his favourite animal]
Host: Tiger?
Seb: But you can’t have one at home. That’s difficult.
Host: Well. If you’re a magician, maybe. Skiing or snowboarding?
Seb: Both.
Host: Are you allowed to?
Seb: But skiing more. Yes I am.
Host: But what would you do if you got hurt? The guys in Maranello would freak out.
Seb: I’m doing it slowly.
Host: I see.
Seb: But it could happen anyway!
Host: I know! I’ve been there. Do you have a question for me?
Seb: Favourite car?
Host: My favourite car? That’s tough because there’s a perfect car for each day. […] For an Oldtimer…maybe Porsche 959. That one really impressed me. I’d recommend a test drive in that one for you.
Seb: So that’s the car you’ve driven yourself. The one that impressed you the most.
Host: Yeah it depends on the situation. [talks about some youtube video]
Seb: Shit! I messed up. [ice cream everywhere]
Host: *continues to talk about some car*
Seb: How much power did it have?
Host: 800.
Seb: But then it had bad tires on.
Host: The territory was slippery.
Seb: Oh, ok.
Host: […] and the first time driving it, I got really scared.
Seb: Yeah, when you don’t expect it. All of this has to be cut anyway because I have chocolate all over me, man. And what are you doing over there?!
Host: Huh?
Seb: What are you doing with your ice cream?
Host: Mine’s white chocolate, you can’t see it.
Seb: No, but… there’s still half of it left!
Host: I’m enjoying it. *talks about another Porsche car*
Seb: There’s a new one coming up. *directing the other car* Come on, drive! …I can’t get through there… almost scratched his inner edge.
Host: *talks about an Audi car* Now we’re done. I can’t believe it!
Seb: We’ve been driving for quite a while. Like an hour? An hour and 20 minutes! [poor Seb]
Host: Thank you very much.
Seb: No problem.
Host: This went down in a surprisingly relaxed manner.
Seb: How else is this supposed to go down? [he was teasing. I think.]
Host: Yeah, I mean…we’ve never met before.
Seb: Just normal. Yeah, but I mean…
Host: I didn’t know what kinda guy you’d be.
Seb: *mumbling* completely normal.
Host: I’ll put my ice-cream away. Thanks! This was fun.
Seb: You’re welcome. It was.