I love it, I love it, I love it!
Id amo, id amo, id amo!
Make the mother the father, change the cat to a dog, and lose the kid with cancer
Muta matrem in patrem, converte felem in canem, amitte puerum cancerosum
And replace all the love scenes with car chases and set it in the Hamptons instead of the Civil War
Substitue autem persecutiones curriles pro episodiis eroticis, et conloca dramatis actionem in Hamtunis in vicem temporis Belli Civilis Americani
Wait, the girl in the copy room hated it!
Siste, puella in scriptorio xerographico fabulam oderat!
I’m putting it in turnaround
Hoc scriptum in purgatorium committo
Pasadena
Praetermitto
You’ll never eat lunch in this town again
Numquam in hoc oppido prandebis iterum