“Are you Timothy Dalton?”
“Non. Ah ahm your OOZ-band.”
“Why are you talking like that?”
“Ah ahm Frooooonsh.”
“I thought you married my sister.”
“Non. Vous.”
“Oh.”
“Your blouse! Ah saw le Jerry! At the Olympia in Soixante-Douze.”
“Sixty-twelve?”
“Non, non. ’72.”
“If you say so.”
“Le Jerry was a Frooooonshman, you know.”
“I thought he was Mexican.”
“Non, mon petit. Big nose, smoked like un chimné, liked to cheat on his wives. Le Jerry was Froooonsh.”
“Oh.”
…
“And we have sex?”
“Oui.”
“Oh.”
Are there any multi-lingual Canadians who can tell a how to “speak of the pompitousness of love” in French? Because that is what Maurice does.
Bonus points if you own the vinyl Steve Miller Band album “Rock Love”
I was thinking about a different Maurice.
My French is a little rusty….