Vivement dimanche!

Hello, Mme Vercel.
Put Julien on!
Your husband's out hunting.
He's not back yet.

Then, you'll do.
Go to my bank
and get me a checkbook.

Mail it to room 813,
Hotel Garibaldi, Nice.

I can't leave now.
I'm alone here.

And I'd need your signature.
Don't quibble with me!
Remember, last time
the manager turned me down:

he told me to get lost.
What nerve!
I'll tell my husband.

Go ahead. He's on his way in.
It's Mme Vercel. Hurry.
I hope you can hear her. Sounds
like trumpets in the background.

And your wife's rather

It does sound like trumpets.
Come on, don't be so uptight.
You must stay in Nice?
3 more days?
I'll send it.
But don't be so nasty

to my secretary.
Stop saying "that girl".
Her name's Barbara.

If she said that,
you were right.
Why did you insult my wife?
You told her to get lost.
No, I didn't!
She's high-strung,
but she doesn't lie.

Yes, she did!
She got along well
with my former secretary.

Listen, Mr. Vercel,
why not let your wife pick
your next secretary?

My next one
will start in a month.
"Le Provencal?"
The Want Ads section, please.
I'm looking for
a skilled secretary.

She has to be fluent in English.