Unless you happen to be me, and recognize patterns regardless of whether or not you know the language.
I’m terrible at languages, 5 years of Spanish and 1 year of French did me no good at all.
One of the weirdest nights I had in France was telling stories in a French bar in a tiny village, where I would first tell it in Spanish to a Portuguese guy, who would then translate it to French for the rest of the bar.
Since I don’t actually speak Spanish, and even if I did, I doubt that a Portuguese guy in France could understand a Texan speaking some kind of Texas taught Spanish, but we were all having a ball with the bizarre and drunken language mash.
For all I know, he was a stand up comic telling who knows what, but it sure won the drinks.