(Distinguished graying french waiter):
Eh Bien, bonjour Monsieur Etoile!!!
Will you be having the peas and rice this fine morning?
The temperature of the room, just as you prefer, Monsieur!
To the breaking of your fast, a votre sante!
why yes, it does taste of the spring morning in Caen!!!
My mother lives -- of course, Monsieur. You remember, how kind!
I will tell her your asked after her petit chien, Olivier.
Interesting, Monsieur...I have heard that a slight nomming of one's own finger does accent the taste of the peas....
I should try it, too?
Well, if you insist....I.....well zut alors!!!!
Even more delicieuse!!
It is not so frequent that a diner here asks me to eat with him, you must understand:
I am so honored and your company is so
Mon Dieu!! Look at the time! You will be late for your appointment for storytime
a la bibliotheque!!
Please allow this to be on the house -
Monsieur, we insist.
But...erm....be so kind as to leave the napkin undigested, Monsieur Etoile...
Oui. It tastes of la Mer et le soleil. Oui.
Brilliant as always, magnifique!!!
Merci Beaucoup pour tout!!!