And she pulled back, threw down her arms, put them on her hips, turned around and yelled across the room, "This guy is built like a god-damned mountain of muscle, and he's grabbing me like a fucking Frenchman," (Laughter) which I found encouraging.
Es va fer enrere, va deixar caure els braços, els va repenjar als malucs, es va girar i va cridar a ple pulmó: "Aquest noi està fet de pur múscul i m'agafa com un francès, collons" (Riuen) cosa que a mi em va semblar prometedor.