Ech muss dech leider a Konservendouse paken, hoffen du hues näischt dogeint. // I apologize for my bad Central European accent. I’d probably get drummed out of the Luxemburgish navy for it. // The Glasgow you see as a foreigner, like city centre, university and shit, is not the real Glasgow. I could show you places where you better have a gun ready. That’s Glasgow. // It seems to me it’s about a one-night-stand? Well then, tell me about your father. // Did you notice how he blinked at you when he said ‘it’s not really about masturbation’? // Glasgow and Scotland are two different things really. // Du bass net normal Thierry, looss der dat gesot sin. // Radio?! How many things have you done? Every time I talk to you there’s something new. Last time you said you worked as a graphic designer. // We’re three strange guys, but we’re quite nice actually. // Apparently I’m Turk. A white Turk. I guess that makes you JD. // Not only is he Scottish, but he’s from Glasgow as well. Of course he’s creepy! // Most students here would pick up a South Wales accent. I spent so much time with you, I’ve picked up Glaswegian. // He asked so nicely if I wanted to fuck him, so I said yes. // Mum this is my friend Thierry. He’s a killer. // I went to a pub in France and the barkeeper asked me if I was English. I was like ‘thank fuck no, I’m Scottish!’, so the guy just went ‘welcome!’ // Would you be up for a double penetration on her? I’d even take the rear end.