Something strange is for sale on the streets of Saigon. They call it coffee.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No. It’s a book!

Is this bank clerk an infuriating jobsworth? Or a diligent preventer of fraud and identity theft?

There are some great language items woven into the fabric of this lesson.

Ever heard the saying “I would cross a Saigon street for her”? Neither have we. It’s good, though, isn’t it?

Everyone hates spoilers, so we’re not going to tell you anything about this dialogue.