Transcribed from: Comedy CentralCast-
Transcribed by: JZ3NIF@aol.comScott: I am Francesca Fiore, international B-movie star. [snaps and fire starts going in fireplace] But tonight, I am just simple woman, who cook simple dinner for her lover, Bruno Puntz Jones, also B-movie star. But Bruno is no here. His is late. Two hour late, ah? Am worry. Aye, I am worry, ah? Francesca Fiore is worry about Bruno.
- Scott Thompson- Francesca Fiore
- Mark McKinney- Grammar Guy (Voice Over)
- Dave Foley- Bruno Puntz Jones
Mark: Correction. Francesca Fiore is worried about Bruno.
Scott: Si. I am worry about Bruno.
Mark: Francesca?
Scott: [angry] Aye?
Mark: Syntax.
Scott: Sin? Tax? No, tax, no! [crosses behind chair]
Mark: Francesca Fiore is worried about Bruno.
Scott: Si. I am worry about Bruno.
Mark: No!
Scott: Yes!
Mark: No, it's "worried." Francesca Fiore is worried about Bruno.
Scott: I am worry about Bruno.
Mark: Worried! With a D!
Scott: D? I am worriedee? I am worriedah? I am worriedah!
Mark: Yes.
Scott: Ah, worriedah. I see, I dee, I ee, I eff. [laughing] I make joke in English, ah?
Mark: Uh, yeah.
[Scott gives an angry look.]
Mark: Francesca Fiore is worried about Bruno. Repeat.
Scott: Francesca Fiore is worriedah about Bruno. Is good? Is Canadian?
Mark: Yes.
Scott: [sighs] English is so complicate, ah?
Mark: Complicated.
Scott: Aye!
Mark: Yes, it is.
[Dave enters]
Scott: Bruno.
Dave: Francesca.
[Scott slaps Dave.]
Scott: You are two hour late, ah?
Dave: I sorry.
Mark: Correction. I am sorry.
[Dave takes out his gun.]
Scott: No, Bruno, no!
[Dave shoots to the ceiling. A man falls and lands on the table.]
Scott: Oh, Bruno.
Dave: There. I killed your Canadian lover. And I no sorry.
Scott: Bruno! Why you always kill, kill, kill all the time, time, time?
Dave: I jealous.
Scott: No, Bruno you *are* jealous.
Dave: That's what I said. I say I jealous.
Scott: Let's eat. Everything is cold.
Dave: Is not. [indicating the dead man on the table]
Scott: Ah, Bruno. You make joke in English, ah?
Dave: No. I'm going to eat this man.
Scott: Oh, okay. Let's go.
[Scott sticks knife in him, with intent to eat.]