Schwab: I know zit vill work, my comrade Justin. You vill be zat much greater than Castro, maybe Lenin himself.

Trudeau: I am so excited. Canada is such a little piss pot of a country. Now we go for the jugular together, Klaus. The world. Nothing less.

Schwab: So gut to see you schmiling, my dear Justin.

Trudeau: I am sorry, Klaus. I have a bit of a headache. Maybe tomorrow night.

Schwab: Oh, yes my sveet. I heard bells ringing last time.

Trudeau: Just think, Klaussy. Tomorrow, me and you with the whole damn world at our feet.