Hell yeah, boy. You preach that Red, White and Blue!
Shyit, son. Hell yeah, I'm an American, boy. Yeah, I go to church every Sunday, and I listen to Creed, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Bon by-God Jovi!
You know what Bon Jovi means in French? Freedom.
You know what Lynyrd Skynyrd means in Latin? Freedom.
You know what America means in American? God damn freedom!
Hell yeah, I shot off some firecrackers at the neighbor's house. I talked politics with my family (hell yeah, John McCain!). And I made fun of French people with their frenchy stuff.
And I drank beer. Then I went went to Wal-Mart without a spit cup. So you know what I did? I spit on the floor! Why, you ask?! Because this is America, you damn Commi terrorist frenchy boy!