[ Isabel ] Just get rid of him, Roxy.
[ Roxeanne ] Let him divorce me. I can't stop him.
But I will never divorce him.
I'd think you would want to be free of him.
And let him marry his slut? No.
You have a choice.
You can accuse Charles-Henri of adultery and make him pay what he should.
Why did we have to meet here?
You always liked to come here and watch Gennie on the carousel.
Of course.
But I didn't realize it would be so cold.
You know, I've been thinking about names.
What do you think of Henri-Luc?
Is it a boy? Did you have one of those tests?
No, I'd never do that.
It's like peeking at your present before Christmas.
Roxy, you should know this.
The lawyers say that if you don't agree to a mutual consent, no-fault divorce...
you might not be allowed to use my name.
- And our children? - Naturally, they would be de Persand.
I have to have the same name as my children.
French court usually awards custody to the French parent.
You can't do this.
You can't destroy your own family.
It is you who are destroying me.
After everything you've said about freedom of the individual to live and love.
It was only words with you. Empty words.
Yes, it was.
I didn't realize that when you really love...
there's no freedom at all.
Except to die.
Come on. No more dramatics, please.
Just think about what I told you.
- [ Bell On Door Jingles ] - Bonjour.
- Do you have this in blue?
Is blue denim okay?
I'm Magda's husband. Magda. You know, the other woman.
She's screwing your husband.
Don't be another dumb American bitch. You should do something about it.
- Excuse me. - If you don't, I will. We could do it together.
- Go away. - We could do the same thing they're doing.
We could screw each other!
Come on!
Stay away from me!
[ TV, Indistinct ]
Roxy.
Hey, Rox.
Roxy?
Rox?
Hello?
Hey, Rox. Ro--
Roxy. Roxy?
[ Sobbing ] Roxy?
Oh, my God. Roxy.
Roxy!
[ Chattering In French ]
It's good. It's good.
[ Chattering, In French ]
- [ In French ] - Sorry, we're full. We have to hurry.
[ Siren Wailing ]
[ In French ]
I just thought...
I needn't take any more of this.
And what about Gennie?
What about everyone in Santa Barbara?
Of course they'll blame me, and they're absolutely right.
God, I should have looked after you better.
That's what I'm supposed to be here for.
Not to pursue some love life of my own.
No. That's what I want is for you to be happy.
Even if I'm not.
Baby's fine. Did they tell you?
- And he's kicking like hell. - [ Knocking ]
So beautiful.
[ Sniffs ] Mmm. Thank you.
What do you think of the name Henri-Luc?
- For the baby? - Mm.
Um, Bertram.
A women's thing. Something to do with the baby.
No, not a miscarriage.
I'll call you back.
- Hugues. - Mm-mmm.
- Thibault? - I don't want any of those kind of names.
- [ Knocking ] - Matthieu.
Maybe just Luc is better than Henri-Luc.
I'm still thinking about names.
Any ideas?
I don't know how you could do this to all of us.
- Could you not at least have thought of the baby? - I did.
I thought...
do I really wanna bring him into this world?
Into a broken home?
So now, like everyone else, you're blaming me.
No.
I blame myself...
for coming up with the wrong answer.
Oh, look at that color.
I should have brought you some.
I thought of it, but I was so terribly upset.
It's too bad.
I'm sorry.
I'm not defending Charles-Henri. He has behaved badly.
Like a lot of husbands.
But leaving a pregnant wife...
is in bad taste.
The bad taste was to marry her.
Those girls are not like us.
We can't teach them savoir-vivre, good manners.
They find it ridiculous. They only trust their instinct.
Their feelings. And where does it lead?
- Uncontrolled emotions. - Desire.
And now my idiotic brother...
is fooling around with the sister.
She's also capable of slicing open her veins.
It's not my problem. It's his wife's.
I have my hands full with Charles-Henri and his American.
I expect the worst from his Cossack.
Charlotte, you know how to behave.
It's a question of self-control.
How I hate letting oneself go!
At least you don't end up in the hospital.
- Rog. Roger. - Hey!
- Oh, wow! - Hey. Welcome to France.
- Is! You look great! - Where's your aunt Isabel?
- You look so French. - Hi, Daddy. I do?
- Oh! Oh! Oh, my God! - Hi, honey!
Hi, baby.
Look at you!
Oh, my-- How is she? How's Roxy?
- She's fine. - Yeah?
Just don't talk about it. Please don't remind her.Just forget it ever happened.
I'm gonna forget that my daughter tried to kill herself?
- All right. - That's why I'm asking you.
Is looks like somebody out of Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down.
I wouldn't know. I never saw Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down.
My God, you're huge!
- Darling. - You look great.
- Champagne, please. - Champagne.
- [ Roger] Diet Coke, please. - [ In French ]
- That's alcohol. You're pregnant.
I'm not forbidden to drink. French pediatricians tell you just the opposite.
Is tourtière some kind of turtle thing?
No, it's a baked dish. Like a quiche but better.
The tourtière is the actual dish they bake it in.
What's the legal angle on the painting? Where do we stand?
In division of marital property, Roxeanne's ex-husband can claim one half...
and that includes one half of whatever is her share of the painting.
There'll be five of you claiming it, after all.
One can make that case in a French court it's communal and not marital property.
The first thing we have to do is get an estimate of the value of the painting.
Can you drink the tap water here?
- This isn't Istanbul or Cairo. - Why is everybody drinking bottled water?
For the same reason they drink it in California, Roger.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Let's get some bottled. Monsieur, can we get some eau?
- Avec gas? Merci. - Du l'eau, s'il vous plaît.
Well, we certainly do not want anything of ours going to Charles-Henri.
You know, it's funny, but I never trusted him.
Never mind about that.
But come on, when we all first knew him, he was beautiful. You said so too, Mother.
"Like Orpheus, his stubbled cheek, a field of gold. "
- You said that? - Yes, I did.
Could we be serious and just talk about the painting for a minute?
The painting belongs to Roxy because she cared enough about it to take it with her.
She had our blessings, as in everything. Right, Margeeve?
I don't think we should sell it.
I think we should lend it to museums. Everyone can see it.
We can still keep it with our name on a golden plaque.
No way. Can't you guys see-- I mean, the situation has completely changed now.
Why, because it's worth more money than you thought?
Well, that is a consideration. I mean, right now, we're a family of five.
But one day, there'll be more of us. There'll be kids and so on.
No one wants to deprive them of their inheritance.
Roxy's the only one who has kids now.
Roger, marry one of those girls you're forever moving in with. They all seem terribly nice.
- [ All Agreeing ] - It's so not even what we're here to talk about.
- Come on, Roger. Give it a whirl. - Please.
Of course Saint Ursula belongs to all of us. I never thought of her as just mine.
You know that, Roger.
She was always there, hanging above the sofa, watching all of us.
Yes, with a disapproving face, inhibiting us from whatever we wanted to do on the couch.
I suppose that's the way of all saints in the presence of human frailty.
Let's say we divide the proceeds of the sale among the five of us.
How do we get around Roxy's husband?
Even if he claims one half of Roxy's share...
I'll make sure it comes back in alimony and child support.
- Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful? - [ Chester] Just kidding.
[ Roxeanne ] As it is, I can't get a cent out of him.
In all fairness, everything he has is tied up in family trusts.
And with his paintings, he earns about as much as I do with my poetry.
I was even thinking of getting a job.
- What? - [ Scoffs ]
We'll have to stake claims for monthly payments.
- I'll need you to sign papers. - I'll stop by the office.
No, I'll bring them to your apartment tonight.
French lawyers are so nice.
Can you imagine an American lawyer dropping off some papers at night?
No, I can't.
[ Speaking French ]
[ Isabel Ordering In French ]
How do you want that cooked?
Could I just get a steak au poivre and a salade verte?
- Très well. Very well done. - All right.
Oh, my God! The tip must be included, yeah?
Well, you leave something, anyway.
No. That's the whole point of having the tip included, and it's 1 5%.
Just leave 20 Euros.
Well, maybe in a simple place, but in a place like this where you pay a fortune for lunch--
Nearly $900, I might add.
Goodness. Thank you, Roger.
- It's all I have. - The three of you are so gorgeous.
Three peas in a pod.
Roxy's all mine. Margeeve had nothing to do with her.
No, not much. Just raised her since she was two.
- Thanks, Rog. - Thank you.
Oh. I love that purse. I want to go to that store tomorrow.
- It's Hermès. - Not on Chester's salary.
- How did you afford it? - She got it in a sale.
Do you wanna borrow it? You can.
There's been some repainting.
Ursula's left hand has been damaged.
It's quite possible the canvas has been cut down a bit on the right side.
Also, the handmaiden's face looks a little weird to me.
Is it a La Tour?
- What estimate? - No estimate yet.
I think the owners are deciding whether to sell at Drouot or Christie's in London.
When we thought it was coming for our show...
we put an insurance value on it of 40,000.
There must be something wrong if it's being sold modestly and with no fanfare.
- No problem with the export license? - The Louvre has passed on it.
I do think Lorraine, around 1 640.
[ Woman ] I don't know.
If I may play devil's advocate...
the figures lack the weight, the monumentality of a La Tour.
Has your saint been fasting?
I don't think it would hurt for you guys to take a look at it.
Let me say straightaway that I think your picture is superb.
Marvelously beautiful. Thank you.
Now, what do you suppose an oeuf fermier might be?
Just boiled eggs, do we think?
Only in France would they serve boiled eggs with such panache.
Such effrontery, you might say. [ Orders In French ]
- I've explained the legal situation. - Believe me...
Christie's is used to much, much worse.
'Course, everything is worse when the French are involved. Hmm? Hmm?
I think I'm going to go for the liver with the pommes mousseline.
Why don't you have something more cuisiné? You don't have lunch in Paris every day.
You know what they do wonderfully? The best is the pintade au cerfeuil.
And they do it with chestnuts. It's excellent.
Really? Hmm, that's a thought.
As to wine, I used to do wines, as a matter of fact, before I moved to old masters.
You know, they say the real wine experts are all English.
Yes, well, the French are distinctly faddish about wines, aren't they?
They overlook the most amazing vintages.
I suppose we ought really to have Château La Tour. Huh? Appropriate.
Well, to my mind, your picture is from La Tour's best period...
though not the period he's best known for.
But, in my opinion-- La Tour.
Up until now, that hasn't been the general opinion.
No, but suppose you're a museum...
and wanted very badly to acquire a Renoir, say...
that some local people had found in an attic.
Well, you have to think of the psychology of the situation.
I mean, you're hardly going to tell the seller he has a Renoir, are you?
The price would go out of sight. You'd end up paying a great deal more for it.
So, museums, to preserve their integrity...
often say they can't be sure.
- See? - And what do you think?
I think your very fine La Tour would...
in a competitive bidding, achieve a very fine price.
More than one person will know its value...
and our catalogue will state the case correctly.
What kind of price range are we talking?
Perhaps a million pounds. Million and a half if we're lucky.
Christie's will advise a reserve, which means it couldn't be sold for any less.
See, Christie's, obviously, has an opposite point of view to the museums.
Like you, we would want to sell for the maximum price.
We can be competent of our attribution and we know the market.
- Thank you. - Oh, hey, Dad.
- Chester Walker, this is Mr.Janely from Christie's. - Professor.
- Mr.Janely. - Mr.Janely is sure that it's a La Tour.
- Really? - A million, Dad.
A million pounds, not dollars.
- That's a lot of money. - Yes, to some people I suppose it is.
[ TV, In French ]
[ Chattering, In French ]
He was much younger then, but otherwise he's the same.
[ Isabel ] You mean, personality-wise?
No, I think I mean character-wise.
I mean, there was always something about him.
Worldly, knowing, a bit famous...
a bit old, which I suppose could be sexually magnetic.
Especially to a young person, it's like fornicating with God.
Where do these pretty things come from?
Usually we beg in front of Dior or St. Laurent...
so that rich women on shopping sprees can expiate their sins.
Why don't you just put that in the miscellaneous file for now?
I don't think we need it in Tulsa.
[ Isabel On Phone ] So, you won't be coming to Suzanne's lunch on Sunday?
What can I do? This conference was fixed up long ago.
I have to leave now.
I'm in the middle of packing.
- Don't you wanna meet my parents? - More to the point...
would they want to meet me?
I'm hardly the desirable young suitor they might have in mind.
- [ Isabel ] Don't you wanna see me? - Naturally.
But if I don't leave now, I might miss my plane.
We'll meet on my return.
Please make my apologies to your parents.
- Good-bye, sweetheart. - Bye.
Do you really think it's the best idea for you?
One hardly has a choice, Roxeanne.
You know that.
Well, I used to think so, but...
actually I found it's not true.
You know, this morning I wrote a poem about the phalarope.
You know those water fowl that bow as they swim along?
The most polite birds in the world.
Very stately.
Bowing as they swim along...
to no one in particular, just in courtesy...
in gratitude.
You totally lost your mind.
[ Roxeanne ] They think of Saint Ursula as part of my dowry.
Dowry? Where do they get "dowry"? What are we, in the Middle Ages?
No, France.
Don't expect them to talk about any of this at lunch.
They talk about every taboo thing under the sun.
But money? Never. Never.
I wish we could stop talking about it too.
[ Roger ] I don't want to eat anything weird.
I want to tell you...
Aunt Amélie will be at lunch today.
Uncle Edgar's wife.
She has been summoned.
[ Isabel ] What am I supposed to do? Fight for him?
To say I love him and I'll never let him go?
Do you think he's worth it?
But of course you Americans are known to be fighters.
You might even fight for something you don't really want.
I don't like Sundays.
[ In French ]
I'd have spotted her in a crowd of thousands.
[ Suzanne ] Oh, hello, Margeeve!
Hello. Hello.
Isabel.
And this is my sister-in-law, Amélie Cosset.
- Nice to meet you. - Pleased to meet you.
Chester. And Roger. Oh, Roger.
I was forgetting you. How was the trip?
It's a privilege for us to be welcomed here...
in your country, in your family, in your beautiful home.
Oh, the privilege is all ours.
- I'm sorry that my husband isn't here with us today. - Not to mention mine.
[ Suzanne ] My brother Edgar, he's invited to many international conferences.
- I believe he's in Belgium today. - Presumably. I no longer ask.
We love both your daughters, Roxeanne and Isabel.
They're both so practical, so sensible.
Roxeanne and Isabel?
We think of the French as practical, rational.
Voltaire and the Age of the Enlightenment.
Thermidor. But not our girls, I'm afraid.
Not much rationality there.
- I hunt. - Hunt?
- Do you hunt? - No. What do you hunt?
- The deer. - The deer.
- I guess you shoot them. - Oh, no. Birds are shot.
But the deer we hunt with dogs. It's very beautiful.
The horses, the dogs, the hunters in their coats.
The cleric comes to bless the dogs.
The idea is to run the noble stag to the ground.
He becomes exhausted and can no longer run.
- What happens after that? - Then the dogs kill the stag.
We have the expression "another kill." That's what that refers to.
Do people ever get killed? Fall off their horses or something?
Well, not usually, but it can happen sometimes.
Oh, good. So it evens out the odds a bit.
I suppose the moment's come to say never would I have imagined...
when I left Santa Barbara with just a few mementos of my own--
This Beaufort is not right.
- It's off. - It has a smoky aftertaste.
It's inedible. It's not right. Don't take it.
[ French ] Oh, this Beaufort is not right.
[ Suzanne Continues In French ]
But all is not lost. The Reblochon is perfect.
Help yourselves. [ In French ]
The Beaufort really was disastrous.
Yes, but the Reblochon was excellent. Do you agree?
Oh, everything was excellent. You have such a beautiful house.
And you run it so beautifully. I really could take lessons.
Oh, you are too kind.
There is something a little delicate I would like to mention...
while the others are not here.
And I really feel we can talk together quite freely as mothers.
[ Amélie ] And quite intimately as friends.
Where is it? Tomber.
I got it. Tomber. "To fall. To throw, as in wrestling.
To fall to the ground. To tumble. "
God, four years of French, I can't remember a thing. Tomber. Tomber.
That's what Suzanne de Persand called her brother.
It is an older man taking advantage of a young girl.
And guess who's the young girl.
It's our own fower-- Isabel.
Oh, don't give me that "this is my life"stare.
- It is her life. - That's ridiculous. I don't believe it.
- Have I met him? - No, neither have I. Oh, wait. It gets better.
Then his own wife says that we must save Isabel from being hurt...
by a man who is, and I quote, "A little unscrupulous...
where young women are concerned. "
That's your fault. She's got that daddy complex thing.
Nonsense. I've seen plenty of our students...
falling for their old professors or someone...
but those girls were all weak and clinging types.
Everything that Isabel is not.
Does the fact that our families know spoil it for you?
No. I was thinking of you.
And of your wife.
Inhibiting perhaps, but not absolutely fatal.
We will ignore what they told your mother as if they had not told her.
I'll be going to Concepción for a couple of months to help with the negotiations.
Can't I come with you?
Sweet.
Will you still want me when you come back?
Isn't it your Emerson who said...
"Every hero becomes a bore at last"?
I have to go and get dressed.
- It's getting late. Will you lock up? - Mm-hmm.
[ French ]
Hello, Edgar.
Good to see you.
Oh, very nice.
- Do you like that? - Mm, ça va.
Are we both on the same errand?
Are we both buying gifts?
Could it be for the same person?
Mine is a thank you, farewell gift...
because she's just finished helping me with all my papers.
What about yours?
Mine is only a thank you gift.
Didn't you give me a scarf too?
At the end, I mean.
A purse at the beginning, a scarf at the end.
Your situation was quite different.
You were not-- forgive me-- a vulnerable young person.
Oh, no.
I was older and married and divorced and two children.
You were worldly, experienced and already famous.
- [ In French ] - [ In French ]
It wasn't very difficult for you to forget me.
Yes, I forgot you.
Not the tears I shed for you.
[ In French ]
May I?
- [ In French ] - Yes, it is charming.
Why don't we both give her the same scarf?
Then she can come back and exchange it and get what she wants.
Good idea. I'll take it.
Me too.
- Good. - Good.
[ Olivia ] I never actually married a Frenchman. All my husbands were American.
Only the lovers, as you know.
To me, a lover...
someone I truly love, would be more important...
than somebody I happened to sign a marriage certificate with.
Lovers are a pastime one tends to outgrow.
A hobby...
that finally becomes a bore.
You mean, in the end, "every hero becomes a bore"?
Emerson.
Someone quoted that to me...
when he was trying to extricate himself.
It suits you.
[ Singing, Indistinct ]
[ Singing Continues ]
[ Whistles ]
[ Bells Tolling ]
We're not just buying tampons and lipsticks, but all kinds of products--
shampoo, moisturizer, eye shadow--you name it.
We're planning on buying three new trucks if all goes well.
And we're thinking of calling ourselves the Saint Ursula Foundation...
in honor of our patron saint.
What do you think? Wait.
Would we be tax exempt? I have so many other questions.
What about my question?
My divorce hasn't gone through, as you well know.
So far, nobody's filed a single paper yet.
I don't know what the delay is.
Come on. I can hardly take up with a new husband...
before the old one's disposed of.
[ Police Radio Chatter ]
- What's going on? - Someone died.
- Who? - They won't let us in.
Let me through. I live here!
[ Man On Police Radio ] Shooting at Futurama.
A man fired at his Russian wife and got away.
He is American. A crime of passion.
There are no crimes of passion in America.
They all kill for money or drugs.
[ Police Radio Chatter ]
- What's your perfume? - "Honteuse." By Charmez.
I like it.
Very subtle.
[ Margeeve ] You'll have your own money now. You can do whatever you want.
But as far as I'm concerned, my favorite thing in Paris is this purse you gave me.
Well, it suits you better than me.
Yeah, it's too middle-aged for you.
And too ladylike, I might add.
[ Tellman ] Stop. S'il vous plaît. Stop.
- I apologize. You must have done this a thousand times. - Never.
- Okay, sweetie. - The boys begged me and then they gave up.
Excuse me.
[ Woman On P.A., In French ]
[ Man On P.A.] The Eiffel Tower, created at the turn of the century...
by engineer Gustave Eiffel.
[ Man ] Hey, that's my foot.
[ Guard, In French ]
Who's the guy you let by?
- He said he lost his wife. - Okay.
[ Man ] What's he doing?
He lost his wife. He's running after her.
Are you sure he's not running away?
He's in pretty good shape.
By the way, how are Celine and the kids?
They're fine.
Then I went to the garbage cans.
- Do you know who it is? - I won't go back!
There's a man's leg sticking out.
What's going on?
Some guy who lost his wife.
He's pretty high-strung.
By the way, how are Celine and the kids?
They're fine.
Here he comes.
Something's up. I'm alerting the guards.
There's a suspicious man on the loose, looking for his wife.
He's tall, early 40s, blond...
with a Burberry-style raincoat.
[ Speaking Japanese ]
Yea!
- [ Gennie, In French ] - [ Screams ]
[ Woman Yelling In Japanese ]
- He has a gun! - Armed man on the Eiffel Tower. I repeat, armed man.
What am I looking at?
- Oh, there. Goodness! - I warned him.
I gave him a chance to stop. I warned him.
All units! Secure the third level!
The door is blocked.
Calm down. Drop your gun and unblock the door.
Keep your cool.
Stay calm. Don't hurt them. We're here to help.
Where's Roxeanne? Why isn't she here?
I have to explain it to her. I have to tell her why I did it.
Is she coming?
Should we wait for her?
[ Man Continues On P.A. In French ]
[ Man On P.A.] Please respect others. We repeat--
I loved Magda. I loved my Magda.
- Magda's his wife. - Now look at me.
Look what I've done.
Did you hurt your wife?
She deserved it. So did he.
The caretaker identified the body.
Who is it?
Mr. de Persand. I'm sorry.
That's impossible.
My husband hasn't lived here in months.
Just sit here for a while.
I'm a little tired.
If you give yourself up, you can ask to be extradited to America.
Where's Roxy?
Listen, when you get home, all they'll do is order a psychiatric evaluation.
I need to see a therapist.
Oh, no!
How-- How did he die? Tell me!
Maybe you can tell us. We need to know.
[ Groaning ]
Let's go to the station. It's quieter. Mr. Bertram can come along.
- Can't you see she's in labor? - Help her.
[ Siren Wailing ]
- [ Gunshot ] - Mama!
- He put it down. - [ Tellman ]Just get rid of it.
Put it in your bag and throw it over the side so no one will ever find it.
- Throw it over the side. - You'll hit someone with it!
Hey, Mom, hand me your bag.
Will you please tell Roxy that I'm sorry?
Why won't people let me talk to her?
[ Chattering In French ]
[ Isabel Narrating ] Tellman got to see a therapist all right.
He was sentenced to 20 years in one of those nice French jails Yves told me about.
And when Edgar came back from his negotiations...
we had the last of our fancy private lunches.
So, you'll be staying in Paris then?
I resigned from the commission. I can't be so far away and leave my sister alone.
- And Roxeanne? - The baby has been very comforting.
Roxeanne and Gennie are crazy about him.
Guess what.
Loaf of Bread Press wants to publish an entire collection of Roxy's poems.
Apoet and a widow.
You're aware that in France a widow is a hallowed person.
What about a mistress?
She's, uh, tolerated.
And adored.
Isabel, you're young, you're beautiful, you're wise.
And, as we said before, I'm much too old for you.
[ French ] Car is waiting to take me for a TV interview.
It's live, which is always stressful.
In a heated moment, I may say something that later I would regret.
Yeah, that is stressful.
The driver could drop you anywhere. Come on in.
You know, it's true.
You are too old for me.
But we had a pretty good time.
Of course.
And think of everything we learned from each other.
For example...
how beautiful it is to be young.
[ Isabel Narrating ] So, good-bye, Uncle Edgar...
and good-bye, Kelly bag and Edgar's other gifts.
I'm sure he's still buying Kelly bags at Hermès for other dumb girls like me...
but I got over him.
So, I took Suzanne's advice to go with life as it unrolls.
Prends la vie comme il vient.
[ Man, In French ]
You've arrived.
- [ In French ] - [ People Bidding ]
[ Man ] Next up is lot 51.
- [ Man ] Georges de la Tour. - La Tour.
A lapse of attention on the part of the Louvre.
Yes. It's come in now.
The saint's hand has been repainted, as has the servant's face.
The top of the painting was trimmed, as was the right side.
Do I hear two million?
- [ Man ] Two million. - Two million. I have a taker.
2.1 million.
2.2 million. 2.3 million.
2.4 million. 2.4 million.
2.5 million.
Two million, five.
2.7 million.
- Should we come in at three? - Three million.
She's come in now. Three-four.
- 3.6 million. - We're in at three-six.
- Three-eight. - 3.9 million.
We're at four. That's our ceiling.
Four-three. We've passed our ceiling. You sure?
4.5 million.
At four-five. Are you sure?
It's your last chance.
It's hers. It's hers.
Can't win 'em all.
[ Man ] Congratulations.
[ Yves, In French ]
[ Isabel ] What about taking my foot?
It means, "Did you have fun?"
Of course. Didn't you?
Who would have ever thought "taking my foot"...
means "to have fun in bed"?
C'est ridicule.
You'll have to stay and learn better French.
- C'est ridicule. - C'est ridicule.
C'est ridicule.
[ Isabel Narrating ] Roxy said she'd had enough of marriage for a while.
There's your mother-in-law.
- Roxeanne. - Suzanne.
But she changed her mind, and she and Bertram did get together.
- You remember each other. - Bonjour.
[ In French ]
[ Both, In French ]
[ Woman Singing In French ]