Washing up.

James: In kitchen, hunting for knives.
Jen: In kitchen, reading dirty magazine on table.

Pierre: Swaggers into the kitchen in a way only the Europeans can...


James: Pierre, will you please do some washing up. We have no knives...
Jen (looking up from dirty magazine): Yeah, please hun. Oh and there is a Washing Up Amnesty relating to any stuff you have in your room at the moment. Bring it out now, and thou shalt not be judged. I may even wash it for you if you clean the table and take the bin out...
Pierre: Jen. My Angel.
James: You really should do it yourself...
Pierre. James. Do you like anal sex?
James (strange look): ........ No. There's better stuff i could think of..
Pierre: Well then. Washing up to me is like anal sex for you. Jen understands, don't you Jen?
Jen (looks up from reading dirty magazine): Eh? Oh. Yeah. Anal sex washing up. Not good.
Pierre: See.