Let Them Eat Cake

Bouffant:
Do I look heterosexual?

[describing a hot air balloon]

Lisette:
They have this large bag that they fill with hot air. I'm not sure how they do that, I think they puncture a couple of priests inside it.

Lisette:
[Watching Bouffant and LeBiche engage in a glove slapping argument] There just aren't enough hours in my life for this much mincing!

Lisette:
She sinks into a bottomless well of pug-nosed, frigid, lesbionic despair... as you would.

Colombine:
Grabs an axe, and chops herself into these, these fourteen... ish pieces.

Lisette:
It's the classic suicide scenario.

Madame Vig?e le Brun:
My dear, I believe I am something of a trendsetter. Lose the wig, because, you see, we don't need it

Colombine:
Oh, I believe we do

Madame Vig?e le Brun:
Trust me on this - long, flowing, natural locks, that's all the rage now. Can we try it?

Colombine:
Very well then... Bouffant!

[Bouffant removes the wig, to reveal a bald head covered with clumps of hair]

Madame Vig?e le Brun:
Oh dear! Have we had the pox?

Lisette:
No, just the mange

Madame Vig?e le Brun:
Bloody... hell!

Lisette:
Shall I bring the bottle?

Madame Vig?e le Brun:
Bring the barrel...

Lisette:
Unostentatious...

Colombine:
Unostentatious! Monsieur!

Colombine:
Madame simply said start with the Taj Mahal and work up!

Colombine:
And with your costs, I could have bought the real thing, Monsieur!

Bouffant:
[mumbles] Belive me, dearie, you'd have had trouble getting into that aswell

Eveline:
Do you know Their Majesties, Monsieur Bouffant?

Bouffant:
Not personally.

Eveline:
Hmm, very strange. The Marquis de Montpellier assured me you were intimately acquainted with every queen in Europe... but I expect that was just some reference to you being a flamboyant homosexual.