Brum: Hello? LM: You dirty merde de chien! How dare you share that photo with anyone! I kill you!! Brum: Oh, hi LadyM. Is there a problem? LM: You bet there's a problem, mister Fancy French Pants! You lied to me. Liar! Brum: But, mon petit filous, you know its you I really want don't you? LM: Don't 'mon petit filous' me! It won't work. Not this time, buster. Brum: She forced me to do it. I couldn't resist. She gave me a Court Order, for heaven's sake! LM: A Court Order? Is THAT what you call it these days? Pull the other one! Brum: Its true. Look, you can't be angry with me forever, can you? Eh? Mon petit pois... LM: Look. (*pause*) Just swear that you will never, ever share that photo with ANYONE else. Compris, Poubelle? Brum: Of course. It was just a stupid mistake. Am I forgiven? ...I promise I'll buy you that jug you've always wanted.. LM: Oh you big oaf. You know I forgive you. Sing to me now. Brum: (*Clears throat*) Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques......