He: "Ah, madam, your eye is so like your uzzer eye, your legs are joost like zee fine sculptour, your breasts, ah mon amour, your breasts are firm like ballons de eau. I shall make sauvage love to you until you can take it no longer, oui?"
She: "Stick a sock in it, Froggy, and take your grimey hands off my French Roast."
He: "Your mother, she was a hamster and you father smelt of berrie de elders." Sniff.
She: "Yeah? Well, smell this."
He: "Holy merde!"
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