:10:02
Monsieur Binet,
heaven's gift to the theater.
:10:06
Are you by any chance trying to tell me
that my Lenore is married?
:10:10
Yes, indeed. Well, practically.
:10:12
- Practically?
- All but...
:10:14
- All but, what?
- Married.
:10:16
She got tired of waiting for you
to make her your own.
:10:20
And now she goes to the altar
with another.
:10:23
Paris. Tuesday. Noon.
:10:45
Lenore, my bride. My beautiful.
What have l done to deserve you?
:10:50
So far, remarkably little.
But l'm living in hopes.
:10:55
- Roses.
- They're lucky for lovers.
:10:57
Are they? What a pity they fade so quickly.
:11:00
These will not fade, my beloved.
:11:05
Diamonds.
:11:06
l thought of your eyes
and went right out and bought them.
:11:09
Just my eyes? How sweet.
:11:12
l must see you start thinking
about all of me.
:11:36
- l'm the happiest of men.
- And the richest.
:11:38
Well, not quite.
:11:40
They say you sell more sausages
than anyone else in Paris.
:11:42
- Except for the Delmore brothers.
- The Delmore brothers?
:11:46
Are they married?
:11:47
- They're dead.
- Dead?
:11:49
But with you at my side,
l'll make more and bigger sausages...
:11:53
than anyone else in France.
:11:55
Forgive the intrusion,
but vehicle ordinance number 4012...
:11:59
forbids osculation in public conveyances.