"Ah, Briget! My fav-ou-rite, fav-ou-rite, editor! You caught me. Ah-ha! I was just touching up a lee-tle bit these photos for Mee-randa."
"They are gorgeous , Jacqueline. But she will have a field day… "
"Oh, non , ah-ha! Mee-randa will love them. She will just, ah! I hear her assistant answering the phone down the hall. Deux ! Can you be-lieve it?"
"You know the talk around the office… "
"Oh, non . I wee-ll not be-lieve it."
"Surely you received a call… "
"Oh, Briget. You know me. You know tout . I am not am-bee-tious."
"But Miranda is. And you know over in the States… "
"Miranda! Content de te voir ! Is - is that - is my French that bad?"
"Ha-ha-ha. Irv, please. It is, as they say, parfait . Can you believe one of my assistants does not know French?"
"I hope you were kind to her, Miranda. I know how the talk gets round."
"She lied , she lied to my face and now she is gone. I could hardly have had the pah-ty at the Hotel Costes last year. Now - now you might see a little, Irv, of what I can bring to US Runway ."
"As a matter of fact, I think this shall explain it all… and the perks are not at all bad… and speaking of, how is your husband and your children?"
"Hmm? Oh, he will come around. And the twins. I did not come this far to have them squabble. They know in which direction the wind blows."
"We are looking forward to having your view over things here… the margin for profit must be high. There are a lot of sales to bring in… and my board… "
"Ha-ha-ha. Irv, you do not need to worry. If anyone can do the job, it is me."
"Then I will have to consider your replacement."
"I have someone in mind, Irv."
"Ah, Briget! You must be so proud! Magnifique !"
"Jacqueline, I am astonished. You know, it wasn't the way I was heading. But when Mr Ravitz said Miranda personally offered my name… "
"Oh?"
"Well, I figured it had to be that you had turned down the offer."
"Oh, ha-ha! That is life, bon ! Ah-ha!"
"I just didn't expect it… I mean, I'll do it, of course. But you know, taking over from where Miranda leaves us. There's such a lot to handover. And she won't be holding my hand."
"Oh, non. But you are well suited for the task! You are so, bon vivant ! You can take the pressure!"
"Jacqueline, if only you had said yes… "
"Oh, but Briget. You know I will be your right hand. Well, that is, if you keep both of Miranda's assistants, ah-ha!"
"Two assistants… I wouldn't want them to resent me. You know, I'm not Miranda."
" Non , Briget. You are you ."
"Do you have a cold? Do you need a tissue?"
"Oh, non . This is just… summer. You see, every day I look out and see the Eiffel Tower. It is parfait ! And everyone is walking around, ah-ha! I wee-ll take my lunch break. You know, I might just meet a handsome stranger, ah-ha! Dee-d you see that delicious young man, the son of that couple Mee-randa knows, who has just published his first book? The son of the parents Collingsworth?"
"Oh, yes… "
"We-ll. Briget , you have such a road ahead of you. You will be in charge of the couture, the publishing, and un salaire ! You are looking towards the rest of your life as - well, as Mee-randa! You are the French Mee-randa! She is only Bree-teesh."
"May I present your new editor-in-chief, all the way from across the Atlantic, Miranda Priestly!"
"Ha-ha-ha. You flatter me, Mr Ravitz. You must all be the staff. I see - I see you. But let me be clear. I am not your predecessor. Runway , as it did when I oversaw operations in Paris, will flourish even more ."
" - I must dash, Miranda, urgent phone call. Please, everyone - "
"I require a call at once to Briget."
"Of course, Mrs Priestly. Let me be the first to say, how excited I am to be working for you. I'm - "
"I'm not particularly interested in the details of your life. I did ask you to connect me to Briget, did I not?"
"O-of course, Mrs - "
"Are you incompetent?"
"N-no. Um… oh, hello, Jacqueline? Yes, yes, we meet when I last came over - yes, before - well, now we have Miranda. Oh, yes, I've just met her… can I ask you something… oh, I did call her - well, by her first name? It's a bit… sorry, Jacqueline, can I interrupt? There I go, it's me being American. I know, ha-ha… can I ask, is Miss Jardin there? She is? Oh, thank you… "
"Whoever is answering my phones better have a damn good reason why I am not speaking with Briget!"
"Um, Mrs - Miranda. Sorry. I have Briget."
"Connect me. Briget? Allo ! Ha-ha… I hope you know how well you will do at French Runway . Close my doors! No. It's this nonsense assistant I've been left. Close them! Yes, and likely she doesn't speak any French. You know I want Caroline and Cassidy to learn the language… so I expect when I visit for the shows - hmm? Who? Who ?"
"Ah, Mr Ra-veetz. You must know, ah-ha! I am simply honored . You know, Briget dee-d tell me. She dee-d tell me that it is for her to - well, her life is just - but I w-eel not gossip. Ah! It is scratchy interference. It is the Eiffel Tower, ha-ha! I remember your lee-tle joke, ha-ha! Oh, but it is lovely… and you know, we cannot wait to see you and Mee-randa again. The Hotel Costes? Oh, yes, ha-ha! But before that, avant de , ah-ha! Yesss… I shall plan my whole year around it. Oh, and not forgetting Run-way , ah-ha! You are so kind, bien ! I shall fit in nicely here. It is all about learning on the job. And knowing who to talk to. Oh, yes, I am still here! Ah-ha!"