French Postcards

Monsieur Tessier:
Are you freaking-out? Last year we had a student freak-out on us.

Monsieur Tessier:
You are freaking-out now, aren't you?

Joel:
No.

Monsieur Tessier:
We had a student freak-out three years ago.

Monsieur Tessier:
Now I know that in some of your universities the students say, oh no - we don't want literature, not philosophy for us this year. This year we think we will study... mushrooms. Mushrooms? I have news for you. This year, at my school, you will not study mushrooms!

Toni:
You know, I don't understand anything you are saying.

Joel:
Don't you speak French?

Toni:
Not your French.

Madame Catherine Tessier:
Speak English, Albert. You need the practice.

Monsieur Tessier:
Oh certainly my dear. [mockingly] Yeah, right on, groovy, far out, I go with the flow.

Madame Catherine Tessier:
Do you like the house? We decorated these rooms in what we call the Eisenhower 50's style. It's very hard to find good American furniture from that period in Paris.

Joel:
You know, you could have told me you'd been here before.

Toni:
I didn't even think about Stephen until they mentioned it.

Joel:
Mentioned it. They had a goddamn billboard with your picture on it.

Laura:
Maybe I should drive.

Sayyid:
In my country, women do not drive.

Laura:
Figures.

Sayyid:
In my country, in fact, the women run behind the cars.

Alex:
[recalling his trip] I spent a week in Grenada mostly watching the famous rain in Spain. All in all the trip was incredibly - it was - lonely. But don't tell Joel that, ok. I just told him the trip was great.

Laura:
Yeah, I was going to say that about my trip. But it's hard when they bring you back in an ambulance.

Joel:
Come back with me to the States. Your English is good. You're studying to be a teacher. I've taught you all the best dirty words. You can tutor French and live with me.

Alex:
I've had enough experience - plenty. Right now I'm just going to travel a little this summer and then I'm going back to Ohio. It's quiet there. I can recuperate from all my experience.

Toni:
Joel, are you doing a chicken-out on me?