heres ur one of a kind conversation with big words...
bryatt: stop playing that melodramatic drudge...i hate that rambunctious music...
bryant: hey, im studying drama in mon lycee, and its not my fault that they wanted me acquainting myself with this rediculed piece of "rambunctious melodramatic drudge" known more widely as opera, en francais.
bryatt: bon maigre, monsieur parce que tu n'as pas de la chance et parce que tu as tres stupide pour ton age
bryant: tait toi mon snob copain, et je ne suis pas stupide, mais toi...
and on goes this exceedingly long french conversation in which i didnt understand much of, i had to ask bryatt afterwards to see what they were talkin about...and i had to kinda bend what they said to the limited vocabulaire i own
translation:
mon lycee - high school kinda thing
en francais - in french
bon maigre, monsieur parce que tu n'as pas de la chance et parce que tu as tres stupide pour ton age - have a good shit (the french way of sayin good luck) because youre not very lucky and that you are stupid for your age
tait toi mon snob copain, et je ne suis pas stupide, mais toi... - shut up my snobbish pal (hey, im translating directly) and im not stupid, but you...
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and so goes this conversation...
And the wind brought Clive @ 9:17 PM
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