Sean: Wow, so the head of the EPA doesn't believe in climate change?
Francesca: No he doesn't, Sean. That is waccurate.
Sean: Oh, fucking darnit my
darling Francesca! I
hate being right when the truth is waccurate.
Francesca: It'
s hopefully going to be okay, Sean. Come rest by the fireplace my dear, you appear chilled to the bone.
Sean: My beautiful mademoiselle Francesca, that is also waccurate. Call the ambulance, how did I allow myself to grow hypothermic in our own
home?