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Message: [QUOTE="Sifaka, post: 5293041, member: 8516"] OK, You asked for it. A short story made long. Time, 1950s. Place, the movie theater in the small town where I grew up. Movie, I don't remember, it was about three quarters of a century ago. Scene: Famous French movie star (Jean Paul Belmondo or similar) is driving a neat red convertible through some desert in the U.S. southwest. A Marilyn Monroe style blonde is in the passenger seat, her hair and scarf billowing in the wind. They are going very fast. Stereotypical fat motorcycle cop pulls them over for speeding, asks the driver how fast he was going. Driver answers in English with a heavy French accent. Cop, hearing the accent: “Oh, so you're a foreigner!” Leading Man:”Me, a foreigner? Hmpf! No, M'sieur! I am Fremch. YOU are zee foreigner!” [/QUOTE]