Hector? No. Marie? No. Schmendrick? Too ethnic. We've been all the way through the desert and I still can't think of a good name for our horse.
Never mind that, we've reached the location of the Crown Jewels. Of course we'd have been here months before had shit-for-brains not had the world's worst French accent.
3 days earlier ...
Did I ever tell you I don't really care for the taste of custard?
Shut up and keep digging. The treasure of a master thespian lies just a few parsecs below.
Why are we hunting and seeking the loot in this lemon-tinted saffron yellow pudding? I said it's in ze de-zert!
Don't look at me. I didn't tell you he didn't spell 'desert' with 2 esses. To make it easier, we should all talk French from now on.
