Jane wakes up to a commotion. "Pour l'honneur et l'amour...seriez-vous taire et nous laisser tranquilles?"
All heads spin in Jane's direction. "What did you say?" Liam asks
"I said 'For the love and honour...would you guys shut up and leave us alone?'"
"You heard the lady," Liam grins. "No offense, but we want our privacy."
"Oui. Privacy." Jane repeats. "Shoo, shoo."
Jimmy grins. "You got a spitfire there Liam, buddy. Be careful."
"I told you this was a bad idea," Mike mutters. He's still sour about owing Jimmy a round.
Liam turns to Jane, and whispers in her ear. "How do you say 'Jimmy, you're a tool' in French?"
Jane grins, and whispers in Liam's ear, "Jimmy, tu es un outil."
Liam grins back, and then turns to Jimmy. "Jimmy tu es un outil!"
Jimmy scratches his head. "Y'know, if I knew what that meant, I might be insulted!"
Liam chuckles. "Vous, mon ami, etes un idiot!"*
Once again Jimmy is confused. Jane giggles. "Laissez-nous arreter de parier sur sa vie sexuelle!"**
Jimmy just shakes his head. "C'mon guys, lets go. All this foreign talk is making my head spin!"
*You, my friend, are an idiot
**Leave us be and stop betting on his sex life!
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