A French tourist, Pierre, approaches a Londoner, Bob, and starts speaking to him in French.
PIERRE: (in a French accent) Excusez-moi, monsieur. Pourriez-vous me dire où se trouve le Grand-Ben, s’il vous plaît?
BOB: (polite confusion) I’m sorry, I don’t understand. I don’t speak French.
PIERRE: (frustrated and louder) Pourriez-vous me dire où se trouve le Grand-Ben, s’il vous plaît?
BOB: (more confused) Sorry, what?
PIERRE: (angry) Mon Dieu! OÙ… EST… LE… GRAND… BEN?
Bob looks at Pierre blankly.
PIERRE: BIG BEN! WHERE IS BIG BEN?
Bob points to Big Ben immediately behind Pierre, who is incensed and does not look.
PIERRE: (disgusted) Now, repeat after me, "Bonjour, comment ça va?"
BOB: (nervously, in an English accent) Umm, bond your, comma say yer?
PIERRE: No, no, no! You have to put some effort into it. Try again. Repeat: "Bonjour, comment ça va?"
BOB: (trying harder) Bonjour, comment ça va?
PIERRE: (sighing) Better, but still not quite right.
BOB: (smiling) Merci!
PIERRE: (disgusted, tutting) Merci? Is that all you can say in French?
BOB: (nervously) Umm, oui?
PIERRE: (shaking his head) How disappointing. (muttering in French) Les Anglais ne comprennent rien.
Pierre wanders off in the opposite direction to Big Ben, while gesticulating his disappointment. Bob watches him go, and looks confused.
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