(Flashback) Guy: Le stylo! Karen: Mon livre! Maurice: Regarde! (End Flashback) Leslie: Just... wait a second. Why are they talkin' about books and pens? Jake: Well. They're not, it's just- my French isn't very good. I had to stop at grade nine. But I had a really hot French teacher.
Leslie: C'est toi mon homme. (You're my man.) Jake: Come on, you know I don't speak French, what does that mean? Leslie: *smiles, leaves* Jake: Et toi t'es faite pour moi. (And you're the one for me.)
Tarrant: In six months you've managed to disobey every order I've given you. Jake: That's not true exactly, I mean some of them I just ignored. Tarrant: You ignore all protocol, you got the RNC in the newspaper thirty-seven times. Jake: Any press is like, good press, so- Tarrant: You drove a SWAT van into the harbour, you wracked up over 200 hours of overtime, you scared a police dog into retirement... Jake: That dog was just not cut out for the force.
"There was a woman, she had a gun and she made me undress."
"Oh yes b'y. How are we gonna explain to the cops that we've got a dead body in there that's covered in friggin' white flour?"
"Why would someone as hot as her go around cutting off corpses' limbs?"
"Three grams of hash oil. Can you still get hash oil?"
"I think you have real feelings for me. So we should talk about these feelings tonight over drinks. In bed. With no pants on."
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Guy: Le stylo!
Karen: Mon livre!
Maurice: Regarde!
(End Flashback)
Leslie: Just... wait a second. Why are they talkin' about books and pens?
Jake: Well. They're not, it's just- my French isn't very good. I had to stop at grade nine. But I had a really hot French teacher.
Leslie: C'est toi mon homme. (You're my man.)
Jake: Come on, you know I don't speak French, what does that mean?
Leslie: *smiles, leaves*
Jake: Et toi t'es faite pour moi. (And you're the one for me.)
Tarrant: In six months you've managed to disobey every order I've given you.
Jake: That's not true exactly, I mean some of them I just ignored.
Tarrant: You ignore all protocol, you got the RNC in the newspaper thirty-seven times.
Jake: Any press is like, good press, so-
Tarrant: You drove a SWAT van into the harbour, you wracked up over 200 hours of overtime, you scared a police dog into retirement...
Jake: That dog was just not cut out for the force.
"There was a woman, she had a gun and she made me undress."
"Oh yes b'y. How are we gonna explain to the cops that we've got a dead body in there that's covered in friggin' white flour?"
"Why would someone as hot as her go around cutting off corpses' limbs?"
"Three grams of hash oil. Can you still get hash oil?"
"I think you have real feelings for me. So we should talk about these feelings tonight over drinks. In bed. With no pants on."