Joey when your try and teach him French. 

"Hey, (y/n), you speak French right?" Joey asked as you walked into his apartment.

"Yeah, why?" You asked, jumping and sitting  on the counter top.

"Can you teach me? I've gotta speak French for this play." He sighed, scanning his script.

"Sure, whats the first line?" You asked, resting your head in the plam of your hand.

"Hello Julia, I'm Shawn, it's nice to finally meet you." He read then looked up at you.

"Okay, just repeat after me; Bonjour Julia, je suis Shawn, ça fait plaisir de te rencontrer enfin. Now you try." You grinned at him, Joey cleared his throat.

"Bleh de bloo blah blah blay." He said.

"Oh dear lord save me."