“And once he had got really drunk on wine,Then he would speak no language but Latin.”

“He may well speak French and Latin and half a dozen languages, but since he has nothing to say – what good are they?”

“Latin! The language of God! Or perhaps He speaks Hebrew? I suppose that’s more likely and it will make things rather awkward in heaven, won’t it? Will we all have to learn Hebrew?”

“He would always speak the language of the heart with an awkward foreign accent.”

“And Philippe won't speak English. She's sure he can - he's got that European je ne sais quoi that usually means "Oh, I speak six languages. And a little Japanese.”

“Although he thinks he's awesome at them, Andrew really sucks at languages. Once, he tried to speak French to this woman who owned the C'est La Vie bakery back home, and she gave him a cookie because she thought he was mentally challenged. (Page 21)”