“Let’s work on your English accent,” I said. “My accent is flawless! I’m the son of an English professor.” “You sound like the BBC. You’ve got to flatten your a’s. You haven’t really lived until you’ve said a like an American. They’re one of the glories of our nation. Say can’t for me.” “Can’t.” “Aaaaa. Caaaan’t. Like a bleating goat.” “Caaaaan’t.” “There you go. The British have no concept of what they’re missing.”
