"Come in, come in. Napoleon has already arrived and is opening the wine."
"Something smells absolutely wonderful, Illya."
"Thank you, Mark, but I can only take credit for knowing who to call for a special meal. Let me take your coat, April."
"Thank you, Illya. Mark's right. Something smells divine."
"I trust it will taste as good as it smells. Please - everyone have a seat."
"I have a lovely '59 Bordeaux to go alone with our mystery meal. Ladies first."
"You make a charming sommelier, Napoleon."
"Once the wine is poured and Napoleon is seated, I will bring out our meal."
"Ready when you are, chum."
"Careful. The plates are warm."
"They look lovely. Are these game birds?"
"They look like grouse."
"Partridges to be more specific, Napoleon. On top of wild rice and in the bowl to the side is pear sauce."
"Partridges and pears - how perfect."
"A partridge in a pear tree . . . ah, okay. I see how this goes now. Trust my partner to convert his lyric into food."
"And very tasty food at that. Pass the rolls, please."
