(This is a little silly and cliche, but it was the first thing that came to mind :D)
"…wonder why the Anglo-Saxons, or whoever decided English was English, made it the way it is? I mean, out of all the languages I’ve…"
Chewing on a fat cheeto, Artemis Crock looked on in disinterest as her boyfriend continued to verbally analyze the strangeness of English linguistics.
At first, she had asked him about his opinion on the subject and waited to see how long he would go on about homonyms like “there, their, and they’re” and prefixes and suffixes and verb tenses that didn’t make sense, without noticing that she wasn’t making any commentary in reply. But now, she was just getting sick of his endless chatter.
"…so many unnecessary synonyms, and words that sound the same, and rules that don’t make sense. It’s no wonder that English is the hardest language to learn besides Chinese! And don’t even get me started on ‘text talk’ and American slang and…"
"Okay, so English is flawed," Artemis said with an assured nod to her head, "but at least body language is pretty straight forward."
Dick’s head cocked to the side.
"What does that have anything to do with what I just…"
Then she kissed him, demonstrating the effectiveness of the universal language, and effectively shutting him up.