Talking today with my brother’s partners in his real estate development company, both of whom are fluent Spanish speakers, I flashed on a friend from college who couldn’t speak Spanish at all, but who, after spending a summer in Mexico, returned able to say exactly four phrases:
– “There’s a little man dancing in my pants”
– “Where are the lesbian girls we love?”
– “Show me the way to the nearest keg”
– “May I kiss the baby?”

Apparently, it was the best summer of his life.