"Well, doesn't that just make me pappas smutsiga lilla hora," she swore, throwing a glass at Eric.
He ducked, laughing as he caught it. "I love it when you talk dirty in Swedish!"
"You love it when I talk dirty in any language!" She threw another glass. "Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo."
"Ooh, ouch..."
"Al ta'atzben otti, Eric!" She warned.
"I'm not trying to piss you off!"
"hab sosli' Quch!"
"That sounds like fun," he said, catching the third glass and placing it with the other two. "What did that one mean?"
"Never mind, it doesn't translate well to English."