Les émotifs anonymes

Ang?lique Delange:
I'm sorry but it won't work. I love you and I know you love me. But it's a recipe for disaster. We'll get to know each other, warts and all. We'll annoy each other, stop communicating, and end up hating each other. I don't want that. We're both emotional.It's a recipe for disaster. We're not strong enough. We understand each other, only too well. We'll pull each other down like two people drowning. Our struggling will only make us sink faster.I don't want to sink. Or drown, even with you. So... we should stop now.

Le serveur restaurant:
[as she enters restaurant] Good evening, Miss.

Ang?lique Delange:
I've come to eat.

Le serveur restaurant:
You can do that here.

Jean-Ren? Van Den Hugde:
Oh well. Phew!

Le psychologue:
What do you mean, "Phew"?