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Nile: "Why is it you all are speaking English as the main language? I mean, you speak so many languages, so why English? Who decided that?"
Andy: "Me, after the mess in Bucharest back in 1956."
Nile: "What happened?"
Booker: "It's classified intel!"
Joe looked up from the book and frowns.
Joe: "Since when is getting yourself shot in the ass classified intel?"
Booker: "Shut up, Joe."
Joe: "The only reason why you got shot in the ass in the first was that you started a brawl in the middle of the street with the target's bodyguard, who punched you after he saw your gun that was meant to be concealed."
Nicky: "Joe is right, and I did shout that you should get out of the way twice, so you were warned that I was about to shoot."
Booker: "In a language the world has forgotten everything about."
Nicky: "Not my fault, so stop whining about it because the bullet barely grazed your ass."
Booker: "Barely grazed my ass? It left a gaping hole because you were shooting with a Kalashnikov."
When Nicky is making signs to get up from the sofa, Andy looks at Joe.
Andy: "Joe, it's about now that you should do as you did back then unless you want an angry French man to shoot after your boyfriend again."
Joe: "Trust me I will."
Joe stands up, and before Nicky is up from the sofa, Joe grabs Nicky's hand and pulls him out of the living room under heavy protesting.
Nicky: "I really don't know why he is still whining about it after all this time."
Joe: "Maybe it's because he is French. So, what do you say we go somewhere else until he stops whining? Let's go to Berlin and see the cherry blossoms ."