B: I really wish I ad seen them make fun of you...I kind of wish they would make fun of me...then I would yell, "Do you speak English? Do you know what get the fuck out of my face means?"...no...I'd probably just yell, "Get off my junk!"
A: Get off my junk? That would confuse them even if they could speak English!
B: That'd be something to put in a travelogue..."and Bethy said, 'get off my junk' and the Hungarians went hysterical!"
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B: I really need a restroom.
A: Take one for the team and go on yourself.
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(seeing the David)
C: Well...there he is...the work himself!!
A: Hey guy.
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(We "write" pretend letters to mom and dad ALL of the time)
B: Dear Daddy, Having a great time in Florence. I really like the pizza and gelato here. I worry sometimes that I'm going to go back home and not be able to eat the pizza and icecream without vomiting. I think about it often. Thinking of you often, Your loving daughter, Bethy
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B: I hope the monks make fun of you...I hope they call you "Little-Blonde-Shits-her-pants"
C: Monks don't give Indian names!!!
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