Take THAT, monsieur!

So, I'm riding home on the subway train the other day, and I manage to snag a seat, without denying any frail or obviously pregnant people one. This woman sits down next to me, and starts talking to the man standing in front of her, in French, and he responds fluidly: native speakers, obviously (even I can detect an American accent in French). I keep my head down, but am trying to think how I can really show these guys, how I can let them know how aggravated we Americans are with their snottiness and constant complaints about us, and their outlawing of Anglified-French, and all the other items on their list of backbiting and complaining. Then, in a flash, it came to me:

I offered the man my own seat, so he could sit next to his companion.

That will show the batards!