“Ah-ma-zing!”
“Zing. Major zing.”
“Well ah woke up aboot hauf ten an' ah wiz still pissed fae the Friday night. Oan the table beside ma bed wiz hauf a spliff, hauf a boatle a wine an' a can ay beer. Ah smoked the spliff an' drank the wine fur ma breakfast then rolled another joint tae huv wae the beer.”
“Ik ga voor je zingen, een beetje vals misschien, maar ik zing toch. Ik zing terwijl jullie creperen, ik dans op je gore lijk...”
“You are an irritating son of a bitch.”“Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?”
“I prefer the word aviatrix. It has more zing to it.""It's very zingy," I agreed.”