. . . as he stood by the boards pulling on his jacket, and anxiously scanning the ice for the slightest imperfection --
"No, you beautiful hunk of American man, don't put zat on -- take eet off!"
"Lady, that's my leg you're grabbing!"
"We'll grab more zan zat!"
"No, not the Butterball!"
"Take eet ALL off!"
"Please leave me alone, I'll lose my job!"
"Zan you'll be free to spend ALL your time with us!"
But as he gamely tried to fend off the advances of the amorous French ladies, Ken did feel a certain something come over him . . .
"Yes, zat's eet -- shake zat moneymaker, handsome!"
"But don't lovely women like you have husbands, or significant others, or something?"
"Oh, but our men are so busy weez all zees silly ice skating, zay never have zee time to satisfy our needs! Can you satisfy us, beeg boy?"
"Well, America has always been ready to help France in its hour of need, and I wouldn't want to be unpatriotic or anything . . ."