Cut to man holding French phrasebook.
Eng: Where is the licorice?
Où trouverai-je la réglisse?
MAN: Eu trouverais la reeglisse?
*closes phrasebook, walks down road*
MAN mutters to self, getting slightly further off each time.
*enters store, finds employee*
MAN: Eu je trovereh la rayglisse?
SHOPKEEP stares, horrified.
MAN: Jeeu trevereh la rayglasses?
SHOPKEEP: You know that this is Alberta, not Quebec, right?
MAN (apologetically): Ma soeur est sur la table.
I'm truly sorry for this, but it wouldn't go away until written. It was spawned from an odd conversation with my friend about the importance of rolling Rs and the general shittiness of phrasebooks...
