"Ah! Yes, this is moi , ah-ha. Oh, non , non . Do not call me that , ha-ha… that is for Américain. You must call me - say it with moi - Jac-que-line! Ah? Ha-ha! Oui, superbe ! Hmm? Oh, référence ? For who? Qui ? Mee-randa? Ah, but she is with us! Ha-ha… hmm? Réitérer! Ah - repeat?"
"Miss Follet. What do we say, what do we say to those circles under your eyes?"
"Oh, ha-ha. My mistake - erreur , ha-ha!"
"Have you heard? Eet is simply shocking ."
"Oh, oui , oui . I lived with her. She decided to get her own place - her own pied-à-terre ."
"Mmm, mmm. I see her at the party the other night. She ees flirting with that - how you say?"
" Musicien , la!"
"He is a bad boy."
"He is right for her . She does things her own way, la. She is - rebelle . I have always thought, la, that she does not know how it is done here. Always I have told her, ha-ha. She is différent ."
"D-eed you see what she wear?"
"Oh, oui . And always white. No wonder she is, la, flirting with the - er, how you say - rock star . La! You know, you know what I heard? Les potins , ah-ha! I heard, she used to be called - Mee-ri-am."
"She w-eel not make eet there. Nobody buys that rag . Chic is the - l'avenir ."