Mat's Toast

Transcript

Mat

"A toast. To three lads from a small mountain village. May we all-"

Mat

"-find comfort in the arms of a thousand ginger ladies."

Holubi tana basho tuhat baza'am cal'vokosh.

[Perrin and Rand uncomfortably look at Mat, after he again slipped into Old Tongue.]

Mat

"Ah, shit. I, uh, I did it again, didn't I?"