The Portuguese. Those bastards from Portugal. I am one of them. You can call me a bastard. Nice to meet you. But for you, I am Mrs. Bastard, ok? You cannot have enough respect and swearing these days. These fucking youngsters are just getting worse and worse. All sensitive and puritans. Keep on swearing my friends. It’s good for the soul. When in Portugal, swear ahead. I advise you to watch a football game. It’s music to my ears.