THE LIFE, AMIGO

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Diego: This is the life, amigo. No wonder these aristocrats are all so fat! This food is both divine and devilish.
Bruno: The only thing devilish here is your table manners... you eat like a pig.
Diego: Oh, you simply must try this fillet of duckling, Bruno. Here, have a bite!
Bruno: Get the fork away from my face!
Diego: Ah, right. Saving yourself for dessert. You must be looking forward to the... French ice cream.
Bruno: You think I want the ice cream because they labeled it French?
Diego: Do you not?
Bruno: Why do you must stuff your face like this, you would be worthless in a fight.
Diego: It is for that very reason, my French friend, that I am stuffing my face. Never fight on an empty stomach!
Bruno: And all the wine.
Diego: I had only have four glasses.
Bruno: Five, monsieur.
Diego: I- I- I'm just trying to sober up!
Bruno: I can not comprehend how Alistair associated with a man of your... caliber.
Diego: Nor I you, Señor Delacroy.
Bruno: De-La-Croix!
Diego: Yes, yes. That's what I said. It's just that the Alistair I met was so full of life and energy. You... you are so morose and uptight.
Bruno: I owe Alistair my life, that is all I would say on this subject.
Diego: Funny, Alistair showed me the time of my life! Perhaps you and I are not so different after all, eh?
Bruno: I loathe this thought, I loathe it very much. Finish up, we have work to do.
Diego: But your French ice cream?
Bruno: Enough!