"¡¿Por qué diablos fui a jugar con mi comida?!" note
"¡Eh, tú, pedazo de carne con patas! ¡¿Como te atreves a hacerme esto?!" note
"Oh, putain de merde... OUVREZ-MOI CETTE PORTE!! JE VEUX SA TÈTE!" note
Cross: YEARGH! MAUDIT PUTAIN D'UN ESPÈCE DE SALAUD SALOPARD QUI BRÛLE DANS LE MAUDIT ENFER AVEC UN SEAU DE—note SOMEBODY GET THIS LITTLE SHIT OFF OF ME, DAMN IT!
Vivi: I've heard the phrase "pardon my French", but this is ridiculous.
Vivi: I've heard the phrase "pardon my French", but this is ridiculous.
Seeming to feel that the situation was one to which he could not do justice in Bingo-cum-Maloney Anglo-American, he had fallen back on his native tongue. Words like “marmiton de Domange,” “pignouf,” “hurluberlu” and “roustisseur” were fluttering from him like bats out of a barn. Lost on me, of course, because, though I sweated a bit at the Gallic language during that Cannes visit, I’m still more or less in the Esker-vous-avez stage. I regretted this, for they sounded good.
"Shit. You've got him swearin' in French."
— Lys, Lies Within
Chilchuck: [Cluster F Bombing in Half-foot] The common tongue doesn't have enough words for your stupidity!
Laios: I'm being insulted in a language I don't understand! And it sounds really nasty!
Laios: I'm being insulted in a language I don't understand! And it sounds really nasty!
