Framboise-Rose: *gets out of the car, handing Zach the keys and waving to Zach's dad* Hey Mr.Patrick! Haven't seen you since last time we dropped Zachary off.
Michael Yeah, he's always got a face like a smacked arse. *Waves at his Dad then turns back to Zach.* Right mate. Are you joining me and some of the lads for a game of football on field tomorrow?
Framboise: They need to invent some kind of portable music thing. We could have music blasting out everywhere. The car would be too far away!