Quote: not so easy

I swear, this scene. Quebecois French is so different from European.



The orange and white passenger laughed when Alexei came out of the house. “Tu as une blonde petite!” he shouted at Duncan.

“Ta gueule!” Monsieur Duncan said.  “Elle n'est pas ma blonde.”

The driver, a tortoiseshell girl yelled over the passenger seat. “Mais elle est si jolie! Dépêchez-toi et embarque.”

Monsieur Duncan started to crawl in the back hatch.

“Is this your family?” Alexei asked.

Monsieur Duncan shook his head. “School chums.”

Alexei waved at the two cats in the back seat. “You want to be journalists, too?”

“Reymund will be police,” the Persian girl in the back seat said.

Her companion, a black cat, nodded. “Musette is fashion.”

“How do you handle the rust under the battery?” Alexei asked the driver. “What about the fuel hoses?”

“Ta blonde aime les chars,” the orange and white cat said.

“La vôtre aussi,” Monsieur Duncan snapped back.

The orange and white cat shut the hatch. “We go to a movie.”

Monsieur Duncan said something to Alexei through the back window of the car, but she couldn't hear him.

“Allons-y!” the orange and white cat said, getting back in the car.



There's like, three things there that don't translate easily.