Aha! zis life begins to grow upon me, I feel so vulnerable and yet so exhilerated, ze sweet intoxications of youth do not pass me by, my friend!

Zis will not do! For my amusement, zis must be turned to eleven!

Ahhh, zis sweet bucolic scene reminds me of my youth, froliciking amid ze weeds of la manche! Ah youth, i shall raise my glass to you!

Ah oui, 'rock lobster' 'ow very amusing I do not think! Do I deserve no dignity?

I 'ave no idea where I am.

Non! English! I will not be excluded from your 'ome! You may shut ze door but still I come!

Zis is a nightmare! Why am I upon zis stage? Do zey not realise zat I am uncomfortable wiz public occasions?!?