Two Americans meet in the street of a Portuguese town.

1. How are you today?

2. I’m exhausted.

1. Oh, really, what do you do?

2. I help American expats find houses here in Portugal, but I came here to get away from all that annoying cultural stuff.

1. I’m an American; am I annoying you?

2. No, you are really an exptat; these others bring this obnoxious culture with them.

1. What in particular?

2. They want Portugal to be identical to the USA, but it isn’t; it is Portugal. Why are they coming here? Huh? Why come to a new country if you want to remain stuck in your rut. Just stay back in the homeland. Move to Florida? I don’t know.

1. Singing: “I’m afraid of Americans; I’m afraid of the world. I’m afraid I can’t help it. I’m afraid I can’t.”

2. What is that from?

1. David Bowie.

2. Oh, yeah, oh.

1. My singing is obnoxious, I know.

2. That’s what I’m talking about right there; this obnoxious cultural stuff. Why do you come here to this county and sing in the street, huh?

The end.