Although he has nothing much good to say about the tight-fitting French clothing he's found himself in, at least he's not having as much trouble moving as the lady on the path ahead of him in that elaborate layered kimono.

When three of those layers somehow, mysteriously, simultaneously snag themselves on a bush, he calls out, "Please wait, you're caught on this. Allow me-" And he quickly bends over to free the tightly caught cloth.