- George: Engorge voos flus vuse companies. It's french.
- Levi: Oh yes, it's the French national anthem, it's the La Marseillaise, yeah. Ah! Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes! It's, um... it means the enemy is coming to *slit* the throats of our sons. And our women's. It's a pretty bloody text actually.
- George: Well, I only play the music.