Aah la France,
ce pays afrodisiaque où il fait bon s'y marier.
N'est-ce pas Taylor ?
d'Henri Michel elle évoque un mec répugnant qui sent le bris à longueur de journée,
très mauvaise image pour les FRENCHY ! Et d'abord je n'aime pas le fromage!)
Taylor: Look, you wanna be the next Julia "Butterfly" Hill, I support that.
But to push away Seth (<3) for some guy who read Siddhartha and did a couple of "Outward Bound" courses.
Summer: Are you talking about Che ? Che is just my friend and that is all.
This is not a love triangle. I don't do love triangles anymore.
Taylor: Fine. But you're using him and all of this "Save the Earth" stuff to hide from Seth.
Summer: I'm not hiding from Seth.
Taylor: Really ? Well, how often do you call him? Once a week ? Once a month ?
Summer, just talk to me. Or, better yet, talk to Seth. Or write him a letter.
But you have to tell him what you're going through. He'll understand.
Summer: I think you spent too much time in France.
Because here, in America, we hide our feelings.
And since when did saving the Earth become such a bad thing !?
Taylor: I never said that.
Summer: No ! But you came here with this big secret but you've spent the
whole time telling me what's wrong with my life ! And you're the one that's avoiding, avoider !
Taylor: Be that way. But you're gonna lose Seth. And then you'll wish you'd listened to me.
And I was going to tell you how I went to France, got married,
and now I have to get a divorce from my French husband,
and you would've found the story très intèressante. Au revoir, Summer !