A quiet caravan park. A French couple sit at a table next to their caravan. A bottle of red wine stands open on the table between them. They drink. A homeless man approaches out of the nearby shrubbery.
Homeless: vin glug glug glug moi?
When the Frenchies don’t respond, the homeless man, who obviously doesn’t speak French, tries harder.
Homeless: VIN? VIN?
He points at the bottle. Then the homeless man, while using onomatopoeia to communicate across cultures, gestures as if he is drinking an enormous bottle of wine.
Homeless: GLUG GLUG GLUG?
And next the homeless man beats his chest dramatically.
Homeless: MOI! MOI!