Ethan: Ask me a question in Spanish, Dad.
Dad: ¿Qué quieres comer para la cena?
Ethan: Quiero arroz con frijoles negro, por favor.
Andrew: Ask me one.
Dad: Qué tiempo hace?
Andrew: …El…el hombre es…guapo…por favor…
Ethan: Jesus…didn’t you take Spanish for five years? I’ve been learning for three months and I already speak better than you.
Mom: Andrew knows Non-Conversational Spanish.
Ethan: ….What the hell is that?
Mom: He may not be able to converse, but he knows lots of random, unrelated phrases. Like “The girl wears pants.” Or, “We have no milk.” Right, Andrew?
Andrew: (bows head in shame)