Perrito: You're a talking cat? I'm a talking cat! Let's talk!
Puss: (sigh) I'd rather eat.
Perrito: Oh, not a problem. (eats some cat food) We can eat and talk at the same time.
Puss: No hablo Inglés.
Perrito: (gasp) ¿Hablas español? ¡Yo también! ¿De dónde eres? ¿Te gustan las siestas?note
Puss: I don't speak Spanish, either.
Puss: I don't speak Spanish, either.
If you have a complaint, like the four hookers and the policeman that were sitting on my bed when I came in late, the staff has been trained to slowly lift one eyebrow and tilt their head to the side as if one of my relatives just died. “Sorry. No Heeengleesh.” These are the same people that bang on my door at 6 AM to remind me how much I owe them in perfect Queen’s diction.
— The World's Most Dangerous Places by Robert Young Pelton
