Part 8 (1/2)

What?

ME:.

Smoke?

FG:.

Sure, why not. (She dances and smiles, as tempting as Easter chocolate.)

(We get high and begin to dirty dance. We continue to talk while dancing.)

ME:.

Sometimes when I get high I talk a lot, you might notice.

FG:.

What you say? (She starts speaking rapidly in French.) I think I cannot talk English right now. (She kisses me.) ME:.

Mmm. Do you French people take cla.s.ses for this when you're little, because I think, it's really a good idea. f.u.c.k math.

(Cut to bedroom. We are naked and things are happening.)

ME:.

(breathing hard) I just want to say you are a good amba.s.sador of your country.

FG:.

Ohh good. Mmmmph!

ME:.

Magnifique! Right?

FG:.

Mm! Mm!

(We continue having s.e.x, briefly pausing to switch positions with acrobatic grace.)

FG:.

(quite loud) Oui! Oui! Oui!

ME:.

You mean ”Yes, yes!”

FG:.

Qui lenipomonique! (something French and unintelligible) ME:.

(close to o.r.g.a.s.m and punctuating each thrust with a shout) U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

FG:.

Vive la France!

(We lie side by side, satisfied.)

FG:.

Mmmm, that nice, Jason.

ME:.

I guess you haven't learned the word ”stupendous” yet.

FG:.

What that mean, ”stuuup...”?

ME:.

It means like...it means ”Welcome to America.”

(She lights a cigarette.)

FG:.