Oh, you English folk, you think sentimental compliments are meant to be some sort of backhanded insult. I happen to like the fact that youâre essentially a teddy bear. Of course you can be mean, Iâve seen the way you look at handsy gentlemen in bars. But you know, donât tell anyone or anything, but youâre not so bad, Freds. I wouldnât have you any other way. And yes, Iâm telling the truth and buttering you up. Just the girls you associate with, anyway. Love, she has a diamond ring on her finger and she still picks up the scent of plane tickets in our back pockets. Sheâs liable to hide our passports one of these days. Mhm, luckily weâve got the rest of our lives to smother each other in sickeningly sweet compliments, donât we? Til then, youâre still in trouble for allowing me to leave the house looking like this.Â
I can the same of you⌠then again, when your film comes out, a lot of people will be saying that. I donât know if Iâm willing to share you with the hoards of fangirls.Â
Mm, what a couple of miserable softies we are, eh? No wonder Bambi makes fun of us all the time. Oooh, well then, aren't I a lucky guy, surrounded by a myriad of weird women. Ugh, but I suppose territorial French women are the least of your worries now, hm? We still have a good chunk of time before you can even leave this bloody city. Aww, am I really still in trouble? Come on now, little bird.
Hush, you. Forget that embarrassing movie, I'd much rather talk about you without clothes on.











