"D-eed you see whu her husband ees? Oh, but he ees handsome - beau. Are you still on your shift? Please - eet ees so boring. I should have gone een-to fash-ion. Louk . Those are hers. Deux ! And - and she was calling her work from the bed. I said - I said to her, I said, Mademoiselle Priestly - this ees l' hôpital! "
"Miranda? It is Briget. Oh, you are so kind… non , but we are mair-ried . I w-eesh I could 'av children. Non ! It is the work! How you do eet - but how ar', er, Carol-een? Cah-see-dee? You must rest - non, non - I am fine. It is her . You know, she is sortant - retiring. He is coming. New York? Ah. Let me th-eenk. Mr… ah, Rav-eetz?"
"It is just me, la! Oh, ha-ha. Here you see me - again! Encore ! Oh, well . I have always loved - l' amour, l' amour - Run-way. Oui, ah-ha. I can start to-morrow. I can see the Eiffel. Oh, but - hmm? Who? Mee-randa? Rédacteur en chef? When? Ah, no - I am prepared, ha-ha… Briget? What a lovely name - charmant, ha-ha!"