I love Brigitte. She's half francophone, half anglophone and half telephone. No, sorry, Hebrew.
But she says really hilarious things. "Honey, can you please close the light?" Well, babe, I'd be happy to, but I didn't realise that it was open. I guess the laws of physics go out the window here.
Then there's "Honey, can you please throw the garbage?" Well, I really would love to, I really would like to throw it off the balcony. In fact, I might!
I can't think off the cuff of anything else she says to delight me -- at least she doesn't say "pepper towels" -- but to tell you the truth, I'd be delighted if she did!
I'm just kidding. She has command of three languages, which she pretty much speaks equally as well, which is WAAY better than me (well, I can play all sorts of instruments, not all electronic, so doesn't that make me good too? Huh?)
But I'll never get past "Just eat it."