 I mean, he's technically right. What he's in fact standing in front of when he says those lines is Edvard Munch's The Scream, which, you know, you might have heard of. The man grouses about Oslo like it's an overeager date, saying that it should maybe play hard to get a little bit more. Case in point, even the finest restaurants are just too accessible. Sometimes I just walk right in off the street and get a table.